Apropos of absolutely nothing, i hate the Dos Equis commercials.

Hate.

A. The most interesting man in the world, apparently, is mid-level nobility…because the only thing he doesn’t do is WORK. Hey, i’d live an interesting life too if my serfs kept the ol’ checking account full.
B. I’ll go to Mexico for an interesting beer when i go to Russia for an interesting salsa. Seriously. It’s like the “Fosters…Australian for beer” tagline. No, Fosters is Australian for “Ha Ha you paid $8 for a sixpack of mid-grade piss.” Mexico doesn’t make an interesting beer. It’s ok. Let the Belgians keep something, for the love of God…
C. None of his pastimes are even interesting. Apparently whatever noble family he hearkens from likes to touch art in museums, doesn’t put postage on his mail, found his birth in a Mayan prophecy, and buried a time capsule full of things that haven’t happened yet. That’s just being an asshole.

Dos Equis…preferred by the biggest asshole in the world.

This cold/flu medication is great…