Sham-Wow

I am addicted to the Sham-Wow guy. This one minute infomercial not only educates but it leaves my laughing my ass off. The spokesman- Vince- is the new Ron Popeil.

Ron and I had a very close relationship while I was in college. When my roommates and I would get home from the bar we would get stoned and turn on the television. DA-DA; here's Ron telling us about a food dehydrator, or spray on hair, or- and this is the best- the Ron Popeil Rotisserie. We were stoned and Ron was showing us images of the most gloriously succulent chicken I had ever seen. It almost left me feeling guilty about plowing throw the bag of Combos that rested on my lap.

Even though I live alone now and can't really afford to get high as often as I did...I plow through those reservations and get high anyway. For some reason info-mercials speak loudest to pot-heads, and woman that own a large amount of felines.

Vince from Sham-Wow is my new stoner buddy. When he praises the German's for their ingenuity I lose it. He is Fred Astaire to the Sham-Wow's Ginger Rogers in their magical dance. When his accent that screams of the Southey projects in Boston gets thickah I picture him in a bar with Sully arguing over the virtues of Sham-Wow.



Sully: Sham-Wow ain't shit, Bounty is the truth

Sham-Wow Guy: The thickah quickah pickah uppah has got squat on my impervious sham-wow. How do yah like dem apples. Now shut up the Saux are on, Baaaastan.

If I were ever to go to rehab I would definitely need to take Vince and his Sham-Wow commercial with me.