Friday, January 25, 2019

Our Stephanie - Her Pillow



Dude must have been stoned that came up with this pillow idea
 


As another Lame Cherry exclusive in matter anti matter.

Like all of you, I have been tempted to purchase a My Pillow. My first temptation was several years ago when it was I think on Rush Limbaugh's program, but when I started looking at feedback, some people were saying the money back guarantee was not so guaranteed, so being poor I figured the lump I was sleeping on would be what I would be stuck with.

Last year I found this pillow in the thrift store. It was a huge brown burlap thing, hard as a rock, and it stunk like  it came out of a World War II crankshaft. Oil like can was the smell. I washed it twice and still the stink, but I suffered as my neck hurt like hell on my lumps I was sleeping on.  Then TL got an allergy to it, as it had goose feathers in it, so out the door it went.

I still saw those My Pillows in the farm store and thought about buying one, as I had gotten a Serta for 15 bucks for us, and I can attest, Serta pillows SUCK SHIT. The deflate in about 2 days and all you have is another flat pillow.

That is why I was so pleased when Stephanie mentioned she had purchased one and sent me her experience.  I too, do some interesting things with pillows if I have the opportunity.  As of late I sleep on 3 pillows, or that damn Serta is on the bottom, then I have another thrift store pillow that is for cripples (they do not make it anymore but TL found one like it  online for 100 dollars. OUCH!!!) and on top of my head so I do not get headaches, I have my Spiderman pillow on top of my head.
TL thought this crip pillow was an ass pillow for people with rhoids. It is what I have though, and what I will not be buying is  that My Pillow shit either.

More specifically, I have a pillow that dates from around 2010 and it is a special model that is like 2 pieces sewn together. Since I like to cradle my head in the pillow, my nose ends up being where they meet and I can breathe while most of my face is buried. After all that time, I have become real used to it and to my dismay, when I looked for a replacement, I can’t find such a model anymore. Mine is still good, it’s just that I like to have backups of these kind of things in case of anything happening. While searching for pillows, I stumbled on the “My pillow” product. On Bed, Bath and Beyond’s site, there are thousands of reviews for the product, most extremely favorable. It changes people’s life, they get the best night’s sleep they ever had, etc. Just a few in between said it’s lumpy and extremely uncomfortable. Now I wasn’t born yesterday, I know that it is customary practice for businesses now to hire people to write positive fake reviews of their products online. After wading through the reviews, I decided to give it a try, mostly because for Christmas there was some at the grocery store where I shop and I can return stuff easily there if it does not work. Well the damn thing was returned the day after I tried it.
 
It should have raised red flags that I actually had to look up what was so different about this pillow, as this should have been the focus point on the box, and not the picture of this ex-con who supposedly turned his life around, complete with a big cross on his neck. The pillow is indeed super lumpy, the idea being that it takes the shape of your head and “interlocks” in place. It felt like I was sleeping on a bag full of packing peanuts. On top of it, I tend to boggle down, so I woke up a first time in the middle of the night with all the stuffing on both sides and up and down, but my head on nothing in the middle. I sleepily pushed some back in place, fell asleep again, only to wake up a couple hours later in agony, as apparently one of the pieces was pushing just at the right place on my ear, pinning it to my skull and irradiating pain. That thing ain’t cheap either, it is beyond me that ANYONE could recommend that product, which shows the extent of money spent on fake reviews all around the place. Sadly, not even 5 years ago those could be trusted, but now we are back to having to hear from people we really know that something is good.


That Mike Lindell is a quite horrid man and when I think of all of the Conservatives, led by his good friend Sean Homo Hannity who keeps hawking and whoring My Pillows, it really is a shitty deal. Apparently if you just lay on a pillow like a corpse this My Pillow would peanut wedge your head to comfort.
My sleeping arrangements are more in the mattress pad, the bottom sheet, the blankets all end up in new positions by morning.  Pillows have to be right, or I get a headache, neck ache or I can't breathe.  I know what this My Pillow would end up like in there would be a canyon where my head is and there would be these two flotation device mountains on each side trying to suffocate me. I would probably have dreams of Dolly Parton playing dueling banjos as she sang Jolene, Please don't take my pillow, just my man.

So the lesson in this is, as Mike Lindell has not bribed me and you can not order a MyPillow from his site using the special code of 44DD Dolly Parton, so you are getting the real life review here.

I am grateful to Stephanie for allowing me to use her experience. It just stuns me how this pillow has worked its way through trusting conservatives and now is preying on farmers. Of course in that farm store, I think the return on lasts about the time you walk across the parking lot.

As for me, I will have to wait for another cripple to die, and HAARP is croaking them in record numbers in this cold as it keeps getting colder. Then no one will buy it, because it does not look like a pillow, which is where I will have to fight off Mexicans to get it for a quarter after it is marked down from 4 bucks.

I am about to look for some cotton batting and make my own pillow which I am going to research now, as I know peanut stuffed pillows, conforming to my active head is not a future purchase.
Maybe I should get sheep wool. I could then smell like sheep grease and get a facial at the same time.





A sleep just like on Mammary Mountain

 

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