tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20276574.post113794079511787433..comments2023-04-26T07:21:13.977-04:00Comments on The Doncast: As seen on TVAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329040926365391153noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20276574.post-1138058865429220012006-01-23T18:27:00.000-05:002006-01-23T18:27:00.000-05:00What kind of vitamins have you been taking?What kind of vitamins have you been taking?CatBoyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00069330094429055398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20276574.post-1138028383495109342006-01-23T09:59:00.000-05:002006-01-23T09:59:00.000-05:00Hey, you wanna know what's funny about this to me....Hey, you wanna know what's funny about this to me. At Thanksgiving my family and I went to England and caught the train from Bath to London. My sweet husband had gotten me a nice mocha latte at the train station, and I too watched as the steam rose steadily in the crisp morning air of the train platform. And as I too contemplated my special coffee/commercial moment I actually noticed I was actually standing next to Tony Head (he said his name later as he auditioned over his cell, script in hand) the English Maxwell House coffee guy from the late early 90s (?). So I mentioned this (subtly) to my husband. He looked at Tony and Tony nodded at him and then my husband looked at me and said, "who?".Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20276574.post-1137972551852737212006-01-22T18:29:00.000-05:002006-01-22T18:29:00.000-05:00I trust the coffee in the cup was Folgers? Becaus...I trust the coffee in the cup was Folgers? Because the best part of waking up is Folgers in your cup. <BR/>Life does have its moments, even if they are manufactured, scripted, backlit and in soft focus. Still, it's a moment.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20276574.post-1137956389119998732006-01-22T13:59:00.000-05:002006-01-22T13:59:00.000-05:00You, sir, are brilliant. This is a postmodern mast...You, sir, are brilliant. This is a postmodern masterpiece. Thanks for entertaining me as I sit in a casually lit, jazz playing in the background, indie coffee shop just full of devastatingly attractive twentysomething urban hipsters. It couldn't be more perfect. Thank you. Really.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com