Sunday, January 11, 2009

I washed down my rage with several vodka martinis and a pill I found on the floor.

Due to my being in and out of the room during red carpet douchebaggery (I mean, it's just the TV crowd right now, who cares? ok, just kidding), I have actually been able to see a few commercials, which I never have to watch anymore (I adore you, Tivo).

There was this Dr. Pepper commercial with a computer animated six-pack dancing to the theme of Cheers as it found the snack aisle. Maybe I'm betraying my age, but it made me want to kill myself a little. Or at least hurt others.

If they insist on making me cry, I'd like to remind them of this blackmail material right here:

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