If you’re looking for something specific from a brand you trust, Amazon (despite how shit of a company they are) has had some good deals. But you have to know what you’re looking for, rather than those random-ass Chinese brands like AVUKIO or KAPNU or whatever.
I dunno. Even Amazon doesn’t seem to have good Black Friday sales anymore. The sale prices are often a lie on their website nowadays when they used to not be. It will say the price is a Black Friday sale price, but really it’s always that price.
Even though sales aren’t as good anymore, at least brick and mortar stores seemed to have stopped the Purge-like frenzy of real life battle royales for products on Black Friday. Everything is much less insane because the deals aren’t as good and the time frame for the deals is longer.
(Verse 1) Sitting in the cab of my old pickup truck, Memories rollin’ by, like the miles we used to clock. Drove through the sunset, with you by my side, Never thought a metal heart could take me for a ride.
(Chorus) We were a highway love, wind in our hair, Haulin’ dreams together, an inseparable pair. But now you’re gone, and it’s just my luck, My darlin’ left me, a self-driving truck.
(Verse 2) We hauled our troubles down those lonesome roads, Your engine hummed the tunes, while our story unfolds. Loaded up with laughter, and baggage too, Little did I know, you had a route of your own to pursue.
(Chorus) We were a highway love, wind in our hair, Haulin’ dreams together, an inseparable pair. But now you’re gone, and it’s just my luck, My darlin’ left me, a self-driving truck.
(Bridge) I miss the way your headlights cut through the night, The hum of your engine, our rhythm just right. But now the road is empty, just echoes of our song, You found a new destination, I guess I got it wrong.
(Verse 3) We parked under stars, shared secrets in the dark, But now it’s just silence, an abandoned truck stop. I’m left with memories, and a tank full of regret, A self-driving heartbreak, I’ll never forget.
(Chorus) We were a highway love, wind in our hair, Haulin’ dreams together, an inseparable pair. But now you’re gone, and it’s just my luck, My darlin’ left me, a self-driving truck.
(Outro) So here I am, parked on this lonely track, Wishing you’d come back, but you won’t look back. You rolled away, with gears that don’t feel, Left me stranded, at the crossroads of steel.
It used to be, when there were actual bargains worth fist-fighting over.
Now they jack the prices up leading into November, and return prices to normal with “SALE” in bug red letters, or offer a piddly 10%-15% discount and act like its a door crasher.
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