Wednesday, November 28, 2007

File under: Products That Need to Die

Clocky. What the hell. Clocky is not funny, Clocky is not cute, Clocky is the spawn of Satan. I mean, for the love of God, why would i want an alarm clock that will jump off my nightstand and go hide? It better hide somewhere good because I will take a hammer to that shit when I find it. It's bad enough that my alarm clock goes off at all. The only thing that saves it's ass from total destruction is that it's not running around trying to hide from me before it goes off again.

Also, the five minutes between each snooze is when I have my trippiest most fucked-up dreams. Why would I ruin that by stumbling blindly around the bedroom with a crowbar in hand?

6 comments:

  1. WHAT DO YOU MEAN? I have one of these and it's the best thing EVER. How dare you insult my CLOCKY?

    Just kidding. I note with some amusement that the wheels are removable, if you so desire...

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  2. Hee hee hee hee hee, SOMEBODY feels strongly about their snoozy time :-)

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  3. Kathy better watch out or one of those things might end up on her doorstep some morning......Somehow I have a feeling that Clocky doesn't have much of a sense of humor. I bet he's friends with the clown dolls of the world.

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  4. LOL

    Image of bed-headed, pajama-clad woman stumbling around bedroom with crowbar, daring Clocky to come out of hiding, poised to strike...Like a flanneled cobra.

    hee-hee-hee!

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  5. LMAO!!!!!!!!!!! please don't remove the wheels. i need to read more posts like this everyday :-)

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  6. "Image of bed-headed, pajama-clad woman stumbling around bedroom with crowbar, daring Clocky to come out of hiding, poised to strike...Like a flanneled cobra."

    City Girl, this might be my favorite comment of all time.

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