After Dinner...
"Hey! Hey, you two! Watch this shit! See this, this commercial for Lunesta? Watch this! Ha! Lunesta!" my father excitedly yells, insisting on the attention of both Jeff and I during a commercial break last night as we watched Deal or No Deal, a program I was forced to view because as Jeffee explained, "You are outnumbered missy, there are two guys to your one girl, and besides, it's quality entertainment and there's like 30 hot girls wearing open front dresses."Shhh! Shut up! Look! Ha! I've nicknamed this..." says dad, as he scoots forward on the sofa and indicates the general region of his crotch "....Lunesta! Fucking-A right! Lunesta, right here. Ha ha! I'll get one of those hot young girls from the show and introduce them to my friend, Lunesta!"
"Dad! What the hell!"
"Shh! Listen!"
So we stare in amazement at the television set waiting to see how the hell a commercial for a prescription sleep aid could possibly be synonymous with my father's junk.
Restless mind? Fall asleep quickly...
"That's right, fall asleep quickly! I'll get ya tired, I'll ease your mind!"
Tossing and turning? Give your mind and body the sleep they need...
"That's right! Give your mind and body the sleep they need baby, with my Lunesta. I got ya."
"Dad!"
"Ha ha! Shhh Kimmy Ann, listen!"
Side effects include drowsiness...
"Damn right you'll be drowsy!"
A bad taste in the mouth...
"Oh, hey, whoa, well sometimes yes, you're gonna have that, but not often."
"Oh my God Dad..."
Loss of coordination...
"That's right, you won't walk right after Lunesta, ha!"
Talk to your doctor today, and leave the rest to Lunesta.
"That's right, just leave it to Lunesta."
- Someone PLEASE get this man a girlfriend.



















