I’m amused how they defanged the song for the commercial. The original song lyrics were pretty non-PC and risqué by today’s standards, especially considering it was a PG-rated movie that a lot of parents took their kids to (including my family).
One part of the original lyrics are:
You are supreme The chicks’ll cream For greased lightning
Travolta sings at the end of the commercial “You are supreme…for greased lightning”. Instead of coming up with G-rated replacement lyrics for the middle part, they just remove the line entirely and mess up the meter of the song, instead of taking the chance of reminding people what the original line was.
I look forward to the ‘Urban Cowboy’ Santa next year, where he two-steps into stores buying Christmas-themed cowboy hats and boots. Yeehaw!
The dishwasher is running now. The cats’ dishes are in it. And unlike the human dishes, I don’t rinse them first. (I hate having to hand-wash dishes after they’ve gone through the dishwasher. Any dishes with egg, cheese, and/or a couple of other things get rinsed and brushed first. Dried gooshy cat food is no problem.)
We get it out a couple of hours before dinner time, so that it can come to room temperature.
The new Insurance ad where some idiot tries to stop you from doing normal stuff, because ‘you are turning into your parents”- some man is telling the bagger not to put the cans on top of the loaf of bread= ““let him do his job”. Who wants smashed bread?
