How come when ever I hear a Chronic Car Audio commercial on the radio I want to vomit?
The narrator sounds like either a 12 year old kid just starting to hit puberty (and the commercial sounds as if it was written by the same) ...or, he is a she with an identity problem. Typically I envision a 20 year old butch dike with her breasts taped down and a sock in her pants, trying to pass for a male. Lets not forget the "Mary Jane" character who is probably being performed by somebody's semi-attractive girlfriend who thinks her looks will naturally translate to radio. Her voice is deeper than the "guy's" voice but is still trying to sound sexy and she is too stupid to realize that the dude has no balls. And how many pathetic marijauna REFERences does one really need in a car radio ad any way?
OK, so the ad got my attention. I will be sure to never shop there... to be blunt.
Robert Comer pronounced dead at 10:08 mountain time, this morning 5/22/07. Death by lethal injection at Florence prison. His last words "Go Raiders" ( yeah, like thats gonna help) I wonder if he enjoyed his fried okra and banana bread last night.
This is a fine picture of the lovely town of Florence as seen through my bug spattered windshied (and super high quality cell phone camera) approximately 2 hours before.
Ah. What a nice day for a drive past the local death-house.
