I believe the advertising gods might’ve rung the wrong doorbell last night when they came to me in a dream and pitched a commercial featuring Chris Hardwick and Katy Perry rapping about Dr Pepper. It was oddly specific, like maybe I’m supposed to make this happen. But besides having no connections whatsoever, I wasn’t able to write down the details before they were whisked away to that place where all dreams go, never to be found. Hardwick said something about Orion’s Belt, but that’s the only thing I remember.
The funny thing is, I don’t even like Dr Pepper. The missing period annoys the hell out of me. But I would totally be open to letting the host of Talking Dead persuade me with some sick rhymes to give it a chance.
Katy Perry, I’m kind of indifferent about.