I've always been a big fan of As Seen On TV gadgets. Not in a "wow,
this stuff is actually pretty cool and useful" sort of way though. It's
more like an "Oh my god, this is the most hilarious piece of crap I
have ever seen, I can't even believe it" kind of thing. Even at their
very best, infomercial products often offer nothing more than a
slightly more expensive way to accomplish a task which wasn't really
all that important in the first place (I am looking directly at you,
Magic Bullet). Of course, this very fact is exactly what makes them so
So let's take a look at four of the dumbest infomercialesque products
currently on the market: The Backup, Instant Arm Lift, The Freedom
Tray, and Jingle Jugs. Yeah, I know! Even the names are fantastic.
The most important thing in the world to me is protecting my family
from the ethnic people who I one day imagine will break into my
cluttered, lower-middle-class home. I do everything I can to discourage
them from believing I own anything of value (failing to paint my siding
for 10-15 years, leaving plenty of old junk on my unmowed lawn,
allowing my rusted storm door to bang in the wind) but this is not
nearly enough. I know in my heart that one night, in the
not-too-distant future, a gang of dark-skinned men in sports jerseys
and sagging pants will break into my house in the hopes of procuring
some of the valuable commemorative plates, diabetic testing supplies,
or numerous back issues of Readers Digest I have heaped in my garage.
This is where The Backup comes in:
As you can see, it bestows upon its purchaser the peace of mind that
only keeping a
loaded shotgun within arm's reach as you sleep can bring. Gun safes are
a nice idea in theory, but a man cannot possibly protect his
those he loves from minorities when his guns are kept properly secured
in a safe, six feet across the room.
Even snivelling liberals will have to agree: It is far safer to attach
a loaded shotgun directly to the side of a bed where its owner--upon
hearing a suspicious noise--can snatch it up in a sleepy stupor and
begin firing blindly into the darkness while reciting the pledge of
Surprisingly enough, you'll find that most thieves are also big fans of
The Backup as well, as it provides them with easy access to a powerful
firearm they would not normally have brought along on a simple
burglary. The only caveat being, of course, that they are stealthy
enough to sneak up on someone who is fast asleep.
Aging is a devastating medical condition that has plagued humanity
since the dawn of time. And without a doubt, the most troubling aspect
of aging must be Saggy Arm Flab Syndrome.
Brought about by sloth, obesity, or chance, Saggy Arm
Flab Syndrome (SAFS) is an ailment which will eventually affect us all.
But of course, there are ways of preventing oneself from falling prey
to SAFS. One popular method is to ensure that you are placed into an
internment camp as a child, where you will subsist on a steady diet of
white rice, warm water, and vicious beatings until, at the age of 23,
you'll finally succumb to despair, and the next morning the guards
discover your body dangling by a belt from a roof beam.
While effective, this style of arm flab prevention is not for everyone,
as death at a young age renders the user mostly unable to enjoy many of
the fruits of an armflabless life (wearing tank top shirts while
waving, for example). This leaves only three possible methods of arm
flab control (aside from accepting the way your body functions, which
is obviously not an option).
- Exercise (Free, Aside From Constant Need For Strenuous Physical
- Absurd, Overpriced Piece of Translucent Polypropylene Tape
I don't think I have to tell you that when faced with the prospects of
having to exercise and paying exorbitant amounts of money for surgery,
most arm flab sufferers are going to go with the tape. I mean, just
look at the video:
If that alone doesn't convince you that Instant Arm Lift is the real
deal, just listen to a few of these glowing quotes from satisfied
'If you use this product, your arms may look less
still be flabby. It’s going to hurt like hell when you rip the tape
off. And you will reek of B.O. because they don’t recommend deodorant.'
'I ordered two packs of these which cost over $40. I couldn't get
to lie as flat without the wrinkles. I almost needed someone else to
apply them. It was also uncomfortable. I couldn't see me keeping them
on ten minutes. I ultimately returned them...'
'I RECEIVED THE LIFT STRIPS ON FRIDAY APRIL 2 2010 I TRYED AND
GET THEM TO WORK, BUT THAT NEVER HAPPEN, I WAS REALLY HOPEING THIS
PRODUCT WOULD WORK, I AM SENDING THIS PRODUCT BACK'
Case closed. I just bought 50 packs.
I DONT KNOW ABOUT WHERE YOUR FROM BUT HERE IN AMERICA WE CHERISH
FREEDOM. AND WHAT BETTER WAY TO CELEBRATE THIS CRISTIAN NATION OF OURS
THAN BY CRACKING OPEN A FOLDING TRAY AND A BUCKET OF SUDS AND PEANUT
BUTTER NACHOS AT THE BIG GAME OR RACETRACK.
BUT THIS AINT YOUR DADDYS FOOD TRAY (WHICH WAS PROABABLY MADE BY SOME
SLANT), THE FREEDOM TRAY IS MADE BY (AND FOR) 100% PUREBLOOD AMERICANS
WHO HAVE DEDICATED THEMSELVES TO THE LORD CRIST, RV CAMPING AND
PROTECTING OUR FOODSERVICE JOBS FROM WETBACKS.
HERE, HAVE A LOOK:
WHAT ARE THE FEATURES I'M GLAD YOU ASKED:
- CREATED BY A FATHER OF THREE: HE WAS SICK AND TIRED OF HIS KIDS
DISRESPECTING HIS CAR BY SPILLING ALL-AMERICAN BURGERS WITH ALL THE
FIXUNS INTO THE RADIATOR. WHAT A MESS. FOOD CANT SPILL WHEN ITS IN A
- MADE IN AMERICA: SUPPORT OUR TROOPS BY BUYING AMERICAN. EVERYONE
AMERICANS MAKE THE BEST PRODUCTS. WHO WANTS A TRAY MADE BY A BUNCH OF
CHATTERING CUBANS WHO CANT EVEN AFFORD THEIR OWN BOAT AND FOUR CARS.
- SIMPLIFY YOUR LIFE:BUYING MANY FREEDOM TRAY IS THE BEST WAY TO
UN-DECLUTTER. THROW AWAY EVERY OTHER TRAY AND BAG YOU OWN. FREEDOM IS
HERE TO STAY.
- STURDY: TRUST US WE TESTED IT BY HAVING MY WIFE SIT ON IT NOTHING
HAPPENED AND I LIKE MY WOMEN BIG AND BOLD.
- GOD BLESS AMERICA: LAND OF THE FREE. REMEMBER TO PROTECT THE
OF MARRIAGE FROM THOSE FAT CATS IN WASHINGTON.
Jingle Jugs would probably best be described as the lecherous, niece
fondling uncle of Big Mouth Billy Bass. And because of this, I am not
even going to attempt to describe the astronomical levels of
lowest-common-denominator white trash idiocy this "gag" product
achieves, because of the rage it would inspire in my very soul.
Instead, why don't you go ahead and read their hilarious product
description and maybe have a look at their commercial:
The Trophy Rack He's Always Wanted! What is it with these
Fashioned after a lifelike set of woman's breasts, Jingle JugsTM, when
activated, begin to move in rhythmic motion to the song, "Titties &
Beer" by Capitol Records success Rodney Carrington. The Jingle JugsTM
make a perfect gag gift. They're a must have in the game room or in the
bar. Put 'em in your home office or garage and liven up your workspace.
So to put it another way, the enjoyment a person will likely derive
from Jingle Jugs' is directly proportional to their propensity for
overindulging on watery American beer while watching a fishing
championship, as well as their ability to know just who the fucking
fuck Rodney Carrington is.
Alright, maybe that's slightly unfair. I'm sure there are plenty of
lovely, intelligent people who'd get a real kick out of Jingle Jugs.
- 14-Year-Old Boys With Abusive Fathers
- Illiterate Guys On Mushrooms
- Fish-Smelling Obese Men In Walmart Courtesy Carts
- Subscribers to Maxim
- Sex Offenders In The Navy
- Butch Women Working Nights At a Factory
- Men Who Cheat On Their Wives
So if one or more of these descriptors applies to you, I suggest that
you climb into your rusted out 94 Grand Am and take a trip down to the
local drugstore, where you'll be able to celebrate the unabashedly
juvenile, corporatized objectification of trashy women by spending 50+
dollars on a pair of creepily twitching fake breasts, you stupid
mouthbreathing son of a bitch.
God Bless The USA
So there you have it: A mattress gun rack, packing tape for flabby
arms, a freedom themed tv tray, and a pair of novelty animatronic
breasts. I hadn't noticed it before, but it seems that I've
unintentionally created a perfect microcosm of America and all that she
stands for. Well maybe not everything she stands for. I was
hoping to save the "Hypocritical Christian Tabletop Grill", "Father Of
Three Who Died Due To Insufficient Healthcare Ab Machine", and the
"Gleefully Denying The Rights of Homosexuals Vegetable Chopper" for
So don't hesitate, act now, and all that other infomercial crap, as the
products discussed in this article will be available for only a limited
time. Namely: Until they manage to scam enough suckers and word finally
gets around that they are gimmicky crap.