Someone please tell me why, late at night, when I’m winding down and getting ready to dream about Mark Ruffalo coming over for dinner and a good game of Scrabble because he’s Joe’s best friend where they work at the meat plant, I end up drifting off thinking my name is Dixiesugar, that I’m Phil Collins‘ partner, that we just got done cleaning up an amazing drug bust and we’re walking into the club to compete in a dance-a-thon starting with Easy Lover?
I’ll tell you why. I turn on The Daily Show. I start to fall asleep. And then this commercial comes on. Why? Why?? (warning: that site is annoying but the story is informative.)
Wow! And I thought it was only me who did that….
i had never heard of mark ruffalo until now but, we have the same birthday apparently.
also, dreams are a crazy thing. i hate that i actually have to ask my boyfriend on more than one ocassion why, why does he get to have “normal” good sex dreams and i dream of cheating on him in the back of a van with a just diagnosed with a terminal disease gay fashionista? for real. and i don’t even remember that being a commercial.
I don’t believe Phil Colins ever said “cosy dude”!!
Okay. Holy geez. Don’t post things like this any more. It makes me smiiiiiiile to widely. Mark Ruffalo…ahhhh. Easy lover? FLAHSBACK!!!! Whew. It’ll take me awhile to get over that one. GTA? Ugh.
I’m callin’ you Dixiesugar from now on.
Dixiesugar.
I heart your new masthead!
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