Mr. Price is Right...
Though, maybe on account of those new Diet Cherry Dr. Pepper commercials, I find myself thinking:
Mahna Mahna
Do doo be-do-do
Mahna Mahna
Do do-do do
Mahna Mahna
Do doo be-do-do be-do-do be-do-do be-do-do-doodle do do do-doo do!
The common media air is so redolent with the hermeneutics of suspicion as to approximate the choking fumes coming from the brush burning of the neighbors behind us. We cannot stand to be outdoors and, trapped inside, I am just as happy to listen to the NASCAR proceedings emanating from the tube. I don’t understand NASCAR. It sounds like buzzing bees and seems to involve a lot of product placement. But it doesn’t enrage me the way the chronic nattering and speculation do.