I really want to like those holiday Target Lady commercials, but I just can’t. Believe me, I’ve tried. Instead, I kinda wish this plaster hand would drop the lightbulb, come to life and strangle her overacting little throat. P.S. I’m a little stressed out these days. Is it that obvious?
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