I would like to clear something up. Apparently there is somebody who looks an awful lot like me hawking chicken sandwiches on a Wendy's commercial. Several people have congratulated me on my commercial, which wouldn't be so bad if I actually were in a commercial.
If I were in a Wendy's commercial I would be wolfing down sandwich after sandwich, in the sort of fast-food-induced haze that Dave Thomas spent 30 years in, bathing in an Uncle Scrooge-like pile of money while getting massages by swedish supermodels.
As is, I am not on a commercial, or even currently employed, so my daze comes only from a lack of nutrition, I bathe not in money but in my own filth, and the massages come from the buzzards who land on my body from time to time to see if have perished.
Okay, it's not that bad, but, seriously, I'm not in a Wendy's Commercial.
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