The edge of what, you ask?
The edge of a magnificent vortex, I tell you.
A vortex where incredibly lame and brain-shatteringly awesome share the same meaning.
A vortex where low production value yields high comedic rewards.
A vortex where hastily written jingles bore their way into your brain and consume you until one day someone finds you in the corner of a darkened attic rocking back and forth, quietly singing the refrain over and over, eyes empty, soulless and unblinking.
A vortex, Ladies and Gentleman, called… local television advertising.
First up in this new erratically recurring segment:
Ever wonder what would happen if you locked a small group of chimps in a room with only a Casio® Keyboard and video editing suite to keep them occupied?
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