My homicidal tendencies usually lie deeply latent, but during the heavy selling at Christmas by this guy...
my angry inner self rises to the top like foam on fresh eggnog.
If I see one more pathetic fakey couple smooching while someone croons "...every kiss begins with Kay", I am going to dust off my nunchucks and do some damage.
Now I hate to bite the hand that has a diamond in it, because personally I like sparklies, but my lips will not be held hostage by someone named Kay who makes the corniest, most pathetic gag-inducing advertising campaign on the planet.
And do you recognize Kay's top salesman?
Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman
She says she designed this
to look like "an open heart"
Well excuse me Dr. Quinn. I know that you were trained in a one room medical school somewhere on the prairie, but that is no excuse for this pathetic rendition of man's finest organ. If you consult your "Grey's Anatomy" you will find a couple other body parts your little trinket resembles much more closely.
Listen up Kay, whoever you are, and write this down so I don't have to repeat it.
Every kiss of mine begins when I say it does!