I love infomercials. Our garage is filled with miscellaneous $19.99 (+ shipping and handling of course) wonders like rotisseries and steam cleaners, and I use, abuse and then lose these items in the deep dark depths of our garage faster than my husband can roll his eyes.

There are infomercial products that I won’t buy however, no matter how jacked up I am on late-night carbs and caffeine. Oh, I’ll peel off the cellophane on a package of microwave popcorn and sit down for a laugh, but I won’t pick up the phone to dial and read off my debit digits.

You may already know that I pee my pants every time I see the Snuggie commercial where they high-five and then do the wave. I just can’t seem to get over the Catholic Church condoning the use of their priestly garbs to keep teens, who can’t find a date on a Saturday night, super warm and cozy. Birth control at its best.

(Note: I am not the one snorting and giggling uncontrollably in the background. At least there is another youtuber that agrees with my sentiments).

And, my infinite love for the Mad-TV-like commercial for Chia Obama? After all, where can you grow greens on a president’s head, and not be booked for something similar to flag-burning, other than in the kitchen with your kids. Seriously, I thought it was the can and a half of reduced-fat Pringles that had my blood pressure so high that I was hallucinating.

This morning though, I found a new way to support the Depends industry:

Is it just me? Seriously???