My plan for this day-before-Thanksgiving post was to talk about all the infomercial kitchen products designed to make your life easier, since some of us (not me) will spend hours slaving in the kitchen to create a feast that will be devoured in approximately 30 minutes, preceded by whines of “When is dinner going to be ready,” and followed up by lengthy naps in front of the television.

Yep, that was the plan, until during the course of my Way Back Research, I discovered a product I just have to share with you.  I am so dumbfounded by this product, that I have no words to introduce it to you.  Instead, I will just allow you to be as shocked and confused by it as I am:

Really?  The UroClub?  I’m telling you, this thing not only blows my mind, but it puts the Potty Putter to shame.  You’d think all golfers had overactive bladders.  I mean, you can practice putting while you take care of “business,” and you no longer have to be bothered with the call of Mother Nature when you’re on the green.  It’s . . . disturbing, really.

You know, the point of all as seen on TV products is to solve a common problem, to take an ordinary task and make it easier.  Is grooming your dog difficult?  Try the ShedVac.  Low-cut tops showing too much for the office?  Cami Secret saves the day.  Pants too tight?  The Perfect Fit Button saves your post-holiday wardrobe until your New Year’s Resolution kicks in.

But I’m thinking if you have to relieve yourself during a game of golf?  Do it the old-fashioned way.  Hop on your golf cart and make a pit stop at the pro shop.  Don’t pee in a fake club and carry your own urine around with you until the end of the game.  Please.

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