
Is the Empire Carpet Man,
The New Colonel Sanders,
The Orville Redenbacher arriviste?


Will he be
Wilford Bremley?

WHEN WHEN WHEN
Will he -- this Carpetier -- be erect
In the pantheon of Senescent,
Fluffy White Hucksters of chicken, popcorn,
and stuff for diabetics?
4 comments:
WHAT AM I? CHOPPED LIVER?!!
No. You are a fat slob who needs hoisting on a horse.
Happy now?
Those of us who grew up in the seventies and eighties in the greater metropolitan Chicago area have been subject to this provacateur of carpets much, much longer than the rest of the national television viewing public.
It is ingrained in our collected audio-reactive submemories so deeply that we hear the jingle and react either two ways: ignore it, or create new lyrics to the mantra
588-2300-EMPIRE!!!
"WAR AND HATE, DEATH AND HUNGER,
EVIL EMPIRE!!!
try it. you'll like it.
that's fucking hillarious!!!
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