If only life was as simple as eating a good, nutritious breakfast. Let’s promise our kids that they can have a squeaky-clean suburban paradigmatic utopia if they eat all of their Sugar-Pops with hormone-laden, plaque-building, fatty-ass whole milk and five blueberries—part of a balanced breakfast? Fuck it. I have no point. Commercials are miniature lies. Little fucking bullshit vignettes designed to make us want something.
I want something. If I make my own commercial will I get what I really want? Doubt it.
Listening to: http://youtu.be/0HxNtWEIKhQ
This chick can belt and she is known for wearing Motorhead t-shirts and flip flops on stage. I heart her. That's all.