Project “Let’s get to the Damn Season” not yet successful

Falcoholic

I set my alarm clock to neither music, musak, or an alarm. None of them wake me up. The solitary thing coming from that wretched, sick invention that alerts me is setting it on a radio station that both comes in completely unclear and with disgusting static, the sound that a raging transformer at a power plant makes. A sound that is full of “zzzzzzz”s.

What’s the deal with Ovaltine…

Falcoholic

I mean, it’s not oval. They should call it Roundtine. Like the prior Jerry Seinfeld joke, which is almost offensive to comedy due to the horrifically bad pun (as Marlon Brando said, “the horror, the horror!”), this post shall follow in the same grain.