Canned: Prerecorded and therefore considered to be lacking in freshness.
Cause it’s always been the same old scene: My eagle eyes spot the amazingness in store, I’m so love striken, my absurd mega-me insists that I need it to my life, my rational mini-me to give it a second thought, David beats Goliath, I return home, I can’t get it out of my mind, inevitably I lose my sleep, the very next morning I rush to buy it, excitedly I welcome it home, I sleep with it, literally, by my side…I swear, the wear-to death marathon officially begins and after three weeks into this, I’m bored outta my mind. This is it. Kaput. Divorce. Why don’t you believe me? I’m telling you it’s a birth defect. It happens all the time. Over and over. Take for example the depicted Sheriff & Cherry yellowish sunglasses. I saw them at Colette and I immediately spoke the “want you” words, resigning them to their fate. It’s been over a week now and I still haven’t put them off. From day to-night, yes the extra light-colored lenses permit this extravaganza. But I’m afraid that when the honeymoon phase is over, I hate to say it, the Kardashian-Humphries saga will set a court date…..