Oh, no, that's too much. Being from the Chicago suburbs, between Menards and Empire Carpet (before their growth to add the -Today- addendum), there's a deep groove upon my brain made by those jingles. That, and John Madden's congested cadence for various advertisements. Simply John Maddening.

^...588-2300 --damn, it!

It does! They're both better than the degree of their overall popularity, and better than the other similar bands that were noticed when say, "Evil" came out... But, they still kinda half suck, sometimes, and it doesn't seem like they should, haha

Which is maybe...exactly what you just said with more words.

Save big money at Menards, but not on Menards...

^...save ^big ^money-- Gaa! That jingle will never leave me. Damn you, midwest!

I am very short, and sit up rather straight. My head hits what should be the most comfortable parts of every kind of seating in the most uncomfortable way. This is an accurate representation of the sensation, when curved neck portion ends up at top of your skull, and doubly so, if it's a bucket seat. Special cushions help, in certain vehicles, which can also alleviate the seatbelt going practically across your throat. Our old Outback is tolerable, which is lovely.

We have a couple IKEA Poang chairs at home, and I need to make pillow booster-seats for the damned things, or it's just this image, lol

Did... Did the crocodiles make that sign?

I was reminded

Holy hell, this entire interior looks like it could be hosed down, time after time, because it's made for repeated indoctrination/orgy/murder of cults with easy cleanup. Unbelievable price, though...

Proper explanation, indeed - you never get all the way through the countdown before you time travel. Beforehand, though (at least in my too many to count without it sounding like a weird brag experiences), the "last words" moment is before the mask, but after the pre-anesthesia. Depends on the procedure, and probably the person, too.

This gives me a sense of satisfaction by proxy.