Lame on Lame

I was sitting alone in Philly Slims, eating a double meat wit' double cheesesteak before improv rehearsal and watching CNBC. They had a commentator on who had written a book called "Hard Sell: The Evolution of a Viagra Salesman." I want this book on my bookshelf, but I will never read it.

Then I burned myself with Cheez Whiz.