23rd March
2009
There are so many incredibly frightening things about this man/spokescreature.
His paper-cup nose to hide his face from parents. His “magic tray” from which he encourages children to pull infinite burgers (it also just so happens to be located a wee shade over his junk). His husky voice with trace hints of “get in my van.”
There was once a time (in this country!) where this appealed to people. How fucked up is that?
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It needs to point out that this clown grew up to be Willard Scott. I shit you not.
Dude. That’s Willard Scott.
Oh, Dan beat me to it.
OK then, um, Weng Weng? Yeah, he grew up to be fuckin’ Matt Lauer.
Mother. Fucker.
I just clicked on it again, thinking, “Those guys think they’re so funny. Willard Scott. Rolls eyes.” (I think stage directions as text.)
It’s totally him. Holy beans.
Does McHale know about this?