2003-03-11 | GAS FOOD DODGING

Whenever I see that commercial for Oscar Mayer with the little annoying kids singing the classic jingle, I can't help but think, "Oscar Mayer's driving me to S-U-I-C-I-D-E".

On Sunday night I had cookies for dinner. I feel like one of those stupid broads on those Weight Watchers commercials. "What did you have for dinner?"

Will somebody please tell Jeff Probst that he has nothing to do with the actual outcome of the show Survivor. That show has become more and more fake, and Probst has become more and more disillusioned. I haven't watched more then a few minutes of the last 2 or 3 seasons, and it has a lot to do with the lost reality, and maybe even more with Probst losing his mind.

I saw a guy at the gas station the other day, filling up his wanna-be g ride, (probably with 87 octane), and he was trying to crip-walk like a gangsta and he was wearing his visor side-ways. He was alone. At a gas station. In Tucson. And he was white. What was he trying to prove? There weren't even any cool people around. Especially not him.

Shit. I thought I had more then this.

Well, they can't all be gems.

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