Sunday, July 11, 2004
Too Tired For Words
As it's of no relative interest to any of you that I played golf twice this weekend with my Dad and scored my all time record best of a 103 (without cheating!), I'm going to instead refer you to the greatest commercials ever made:
I'm going to go as him for Halloween if it kills me.
And yes, I can do ALL the dance moves.
And no, I'm not responsible if you're singing that song in your head all day long.