Street Cred Central

I am really wearing thin on that Sara Bareilles Rhapsody commercial – and it’s not just about the omnipresent song, it’s mostly due to the turbodouche kid bopping his head to the B-made beat like he wrote it himself.

Or maybe he just broke up with his internet girlfriend so he wants to stream music from his tv to keep off the idiot box of the 21st century and avoid his wispy bearded heartbreak.

Why does he have to turn it up so loud when he starts it over, did he accidentally leave his hearing aids in his retainer case?

Almost makes me wish I was deaf, though I do occasionally suffer tinnitus.

At least start showing the Cool Kids version again for Pete’s sake!

And what’s with that Denny Hecker and his phone-in commercial performances – I always assume he’s on the beach in Antigua getting his legs rubbed down with a Pina Colada ring around his lips when I hear that poorly digitized voice over.

If you need me I’ll be staring at the wall bopping my head to the ringing in my ears.