Not since Star Trek has space been so exciting.

The incredible, utilitarian miracle that is plastic, has finally made it to Inner Mongolia.

No life? Create one with the Family Rack! Now with added sensefulness

Saves your poem? Creates life? Makes you happy and sensefull?! My Christmas shopping is done!

No time for poems, Phasers on stun, Mister Jerkoff.

“But!! Captain Kirk….Space is so senseful.

Finally I have an answer to my storage problems. I guess I got a little too crazy stockpiling those A Happy’s.

The ultimate solution to overcrowded family.

And now we know the meaning of life: Organize your family on a rack.

Less is more. The less space you utilize, the more space you have for more clutter.

Would you just look at that rack? I’m ready for excitement already!

Boy that family has a nice rack!

Now you can store movies, music, and ancient literature with Family Rack. How much would you pay for such a fantastic device? $50? $100? Wait, before you answer there’s more! If you purchase Family Rack right now, you also get poems to store at no extra cost. And if you call in the next ten minutes, you get the rack, the poems, and a decorative vase for only $19.95!

But will it sustain my interest over the time?

Family rack? Hey, that sounds dirty!

improvised haiku
because of this cheap rack now
magically better

Bobby: Johnny, is that your mom’s desk?
Johnny: Yes.
Bobby: She sure has a nice rack.
Johnny: *punches Bobby in the Jimmy*

To boldly go where no rack’s gone before…

Finally a place to store my family!

But can it make a happy family?

also available is family jewels and family transporter

So if my poem is not saved over the time, my life will not be created. Then who wrote the poem???

Space…. the senseful frontier….

One of the many fine peices of furniture from the Chinese Ikeas.

do not live life nonsensefull, save your exciting poem now!

Xilas comment just Rocks.. nothing goes better than a classic Ad Skit

save your poem over the time and create your life, douchebag.

But remember: In space, nobody hears your poetry.

Typical Edgar Allan Poem.