No, I do not want your Snuggie. Or perhaps I do. Either way, I prefer if you just leave the screen as its the morning, around 2. Nor do I want your ass-spray, your tiddy on, the little bear that sits by your breasts to release the stress when you have your seatbelt on. Nor do I desire the Shamwow soaking up a natural mess or the Burger Slider radiating temperatures as my next food quest. I don't want no nasty ass shavings of the PedEgg near or around my human being And I don't appreciate seeing advertisements of ashiness Clear across my screen. And eff you, Bendaroos What kind of material are you made of anyway? Suppose I get a BumpIt from my hair that even Snookie from Jersey Shore will adore for a windy bad hair day. And what the deuce is a Yoshiblade, and why would I need that anyway? Suppose my beach body will be sweeter-as it is my dream to marry my Mr.Jeter- but is it so necessary to have a slider, glider, rocket and glider for abs that won't shri...