The Empire Carpet Man has passed away.
Television will never be the same.
We had 5 or 6 channels when I was a kid. Aside from PBS, he was on all of them, numerous times throughout the day. "588- two- three hundred... Empire!" Until the day I die, I will never be unaware of the number to dial for new carpeting. It's permanently etched into my brain.
And when you need those carpets cleaned, just call Boushelle at "HUDSON three- two- seven hundred."
My kids will have forgotten the Empire phone number by next Tuesday, if they even know it now. They'll probably never know how something like that can get imprinted into their grey matter, with the possible exception of "AFLAC!"
But it's not the same.
Where's the beef? Sorry Charlie. Meow meow meow meow. Oh, I wish I was an Oscar Mayer weiner. You deserve a break today. Double your pleasure. When it's time to relax, one beer stands clear. Wouldn't you like to be a Pepper too? I am stuck on Band-Aid. It's the real thing. A little dab'll do ya'. From the land of sky blue water. Nobody doesn't like Sara Lee. I can't believe I ate the whole thing. Please, don't squeeze the Charmin. Ancient Chinese secret, huh? Give a Hoot! He won't eat it, he hates everything. You're soaking in it!
It just isn't the same.
Goodbye Mr. Hauldren. It was nice growing up with you.
Here's to good friends. Tonight is kinda' special...
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