05.03.01
For a while I thought about boycotting Hardees because their walking, talking, singing biscuit gives me the weebies, and yet manages to be there, walking, talking, or singing, or a combination of any of the above three, sometimes all at once, every time I turn the television on or change channels. I feel almost like I'm being stalked by baked goods, bent on making the flesh crawl from my bones.
But now I am torn...
I can't decide if I am more creeped out and horrified by talentless breakfast food pimping chicken sandwiches, or by the fact that His Royal Purple Highness of Funk, The Grand Poobah of the New Power Generation, The Artist Formerly, Currently and Eternally Known as Prince, has the Rachel shag*, complete with face-framing layers and a full-on flip in the back.
*Jennifer Aniston's haircut from the first season of Friends, as seen on every fashionable woman with hair of a particular length, shortly thereafter, and for years and years hence.
