Prodigy’s “Fat of the Land” rules.
You can tell by the way it’s STILL being put on movie soundtracks, years after its debut. I love that album.
Mazda told me.
I’m at the movies watching the pre-preview commercials. A silver car comes on the screen, speeding down a curvy road. “Ooh, that’s pretty,” I tell Tad, thinking it’s the newest version of my car, the Nissan Altima. But no, the camera zooms in and we see that it’s not. It’s the newest Mazda. (The 6, I think.) “Ooh…” I say.
Then the new Mazda splits off into two cars. “Ooh!” Tad says about the second one, which is blue. I don’t like it – it looks like a Geo Metro. We decide in whispers that when we win the lottery, he’ll get the blue and I’ll get the silver.
Then the actor on the screen says something like, “They’re the same, but different… kind of like those twins I met in Chicago.” The scene changes to two vixenish twins writhing inches away from each other’s faces.
Okay… my mistake. I see now that the new Mazdas are for heterosexual men who fantasize about three-ways with incestuous twins. Not for me.
I’ll stick with Nissan, whose commercials sell cars.
