Why aren't you writing this about Michael Jackson, Farrah Fawcett, or Ed MacMahon, you ask?
Well as interesting as they all were, Billy Mays, is kind of my 'it' guy. Whenever his face popped up on tv, I immediately stopped what I was doing (one time in Phoenix I was performing unlicensed open heart surgery of all things)and would focus in on what he was hawking. Whether it was the original Oxi Clean or that super putty shit, in the event you need to tow a semi like a donkey, Billy made advertising fun. Even though he was shouting and pointing, I never felt like he would show up at my home with Ron Popeil or the Sham-Wow scumbag at 3am on a Tuesday if I didn't buy his stuff. Needless to say, he was the perfect spokesman for selling the low-budget campy shit only available on www.asseenontv.com and now I am left with a void in my life because what the hell am I going to watch now on that same Tuesday at 3am when I can't fall asleep?!
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