Hootie does Burger King. Somehow, this makes me sad.
I mean, I don’t actually care about Hootie and the Blowfish or anything, but damn. Hootie, when you donned that lavender, Prince-meets-Bonanza cowboy outfit and started hawking flamed-broiled burgers, didn’t it occur to you just once:
Maybe we should have quit while we were ahead?
By now, poor Darius is in the same category as the smart but irresonsible kid from high school who dropped acid a few too many times. Now he hangs out in front of the BP station trying to hustle 14 year-olds. You just shake your head, avert your eyes, and squeeze the image from your mind.
March 31st, 2005 at 10:17 pm
I think Mr Hootie is making fun of himself? Isn’t he? I hope he is? Anyway, I love the jingle. Tender Crispy Chedder Chicken Bacon Ranch almost as much as Put The Lime In The Coke You Nut And Drink Them Both Together.
Later.
March 31st, 2005 at 10:26 pm
I certainly appreciate self-deprecation—probably more than the next bored blogger out there—but the question remains: Is this Hootie being ironical and doing something corny to make fun of himself, or is he just that hard up for cash?
I’m inclined to go with the latter…
November 20th, 2006 at 9:11 pm
Ain’t Got No More Bling, So Now I’m Doin’ Burger King