Wouldn't You Like to Be a Pepper Too?

Hey there,

I know I haven't blogged in over a week, but I promise that nothing exciting has gone down in the interim. Of that... you have my word. I've been sick and it's been a nasty week pretty much. That sums it up. Seriously.

I wasn't even going to blog today, but then I caught THIS on Ananova.com, which is a story I read in the paper on the subway this morning. So ... go read THIS (same link as the first THIS) and then come back here and resume reading about what a horrible person I am. Mmmkay?

Yeah... I'm terrible 'cause I thought this was hysterical. Like... I was physically moved to laughter on the train. It's unfortunate that they didn't use the same picture that was printed in Metro this morning because you could clearly see that this poor tubby American was wearing a Dr Pepper t-shirt... and all I could picture was him... hurtling down the highway like a big pork roast in a wheelchair, pinned to the front of an 18-wheeler with only the bold words: "I'm a Pepper" to caption his predicament to any bystanders. The only thing that saves me from eternal damnation for laughing at this poor man, is that no one was harmed.

Although, I'm thinkin' Dr. Pepper couldn't buy a better TV commercial. It's too bad they didn't catch it on film.

Yeah. I know. Evil.