Dear Santa Claus and/or Kind Folks at Brookstone:
I really like this chair. It has an anti-gravity setting and does a calf squeezing maneuver that feels really good. Further: I have been very good this year (for me) and have never, ever asked either of you for anything before. So, what’ya say Santa? I’ll pay for delivery so you don’t have to truss the reindeer, OK? Please?
Or Mr. and Mrs. Brookstone, if you send me one, I promise to write a post extolling the virtues of this massage chair. It’ll be so positive that my literally tens of followers will be compelled to
ask for freebies buy them.
Also: I’m holding my breath. Please comply before I turn blue, pass out, fall off my lame office chair without calf-hugging capability and crack my skull open on its metal base. I have a young child who needs her mother, but don’t let that influence your decision. It’s totally your call.
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