Take the cilantro, leave the zamboni

I think I'll move to Texas.

And become a beautician.

Or something.

Bleh.

In my black well of crankiness, I have to admit it really warmed my heart to discover last night that Buick is running a commercial these days set to "Convoy."

I mean, it REALLY made me happy.

Especially because I saw it right after that Applebee's commercial that totally warps the lyrics of Toby Keith's "I Wanna Talk About Me" to be about baby back ribs. Because on the one hand I hated the warping of that song, but on the other hand it's a Toby Keith song and I BLOODY HATE TOBY KEITH.

Not every night do you have things like this said to you while you're sitting at the desk:

"You have to come over before Wednesday. We have this gay porn you just HAVE to see."

I mean, how can I refuse?