Terror Has a Name, It’s Spelled Brita…
…I-T-A, that’s BRITA™! It lurks in my kitchen, waiting…and waiting. It thirsts for the precious fluid of life. And it will stop at nothing to get it. It is voracious. It is unstoppable. And it doesn’t care who gets in its way. I can’t leave it alone. I hydrate. The water level drops, it needs to be filled. It craves it. Seeking completion. It hungers…
