AND IT GLOWS! ONE SIZE FITS ALL!

What I really hate about Youtube is that when you're watching a show, and your hands are fully occupied with microfibre polishing pads because you're restoring an old smoking pipe produced by a respected London company in the 1950's under a brand name which is a known subsidiary line for old decent briar albeit with one or two very minor flaws which made it something that they wouldn't sell under the trademark and name for higher quality 'flagship" smoking equipment so you can't hit 'skip' and get that irritating voice off your screen, they interrupt with a ten minute infomercial for merchandise you do not want, obvious crap.

Miracle underwear that slims the rump. Ice cube polishing devices.
Stainless steel fungoid toenail scrubbers.
Flower pot decals.

Much worse than those icky cancer patient survivor ads from some sleazoid hospital.


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What on earth made Youtube think I'm in that target demographic?


I'm polishing my briars, fercrapsakes. If I reach over to hit 'skip ad' I may knock my coffee cup off the table or jangle the wires that keep my mouse functioning. There's something wrong with the contact on the side of the device. It's a plug and play issue.

Look, Youtube advertising sales staff, all I want is to watch the damned news programme.
I'm really not interested in antibacterial lace edging to protect my precious mammaries.

And I thrive on social mishaps. Why do you think I smoke a pipe? One of which I'm polishing right now. I'm a walking cocktail party disaster and I smell like your uncle Alphonse who died when Eisenhower was president. A social event? I'll be out back near the cesspool in your backyard communing with the feral cats, okay?



SO not interested!



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