Sometimes I say, “Hey, stop DROOLING on me” to people, and they just stare at me blankly. It’s like, sorry you didn’t watch 10 hours of Nickelodeon a day when you were 7. (No, I’m not. Good for you.) Also, how creepy is the slo-mo at the end? HI KIDS, WE’RE HOME EARLY TO MURDER YOU.
Louis, you’ve left me slightly mind-blown as I’ve been quoting this commercial at work the last few weeks which NO ONE ELSE REMEMBERS.
Back in October, I spent three hours at the San Francisco DMV trying to get my California ID card. Vainly, I waited for weeks to see how the photo turned out. When the card finally arrived a month later, I glanced at the photo but quickly noticed something odd out of the corner of my eye. ”No, they couldn’t have!” I laughed to myself. Yet sure enough it was for real: California deemed me a lady. With a ‘stache, no less! Does this mean I can get into the Lexington?