You know those Bud Lite radio commercials where they do the salute to...whoever thing, "Real American Heroes." Well, I decided to create one such ad on the behalf of the girls on the MTV show, "My Super Sweet Sixteen," which I do watch.

Today we salute you, My Super Sweet Sixteen girl. Even though daddy refuses to pay for a F-16 fighter jet squadron to beckon your arrival for the big party, you still manage to crank the ignition to your new Range Rover with an easy smile. We all know it's not easy being you, oh princess of puberty, baroness of the Banana Republic. Bow Wow canceled on you last second and now you have to settle for a guest appearance by Clay Aiken, ouch. We have much to learn from you, oh matron of materialism. It was you who flew with a friend and dad to Paris and met with a fashion consultant to scour the Parisian sweet sixteen dress market, only to fire her halfway through the day and press on by yourselves to purchase the perfect $3,000 dress that needed hundreds of dollars of alterations, and it was you who made the clutch decision to have a giant zit lasered off your face just before the big day. So here's to you, super sweet sixteen girl, get out there on the dance floor and get a little jiggy with it alongside your five hundred closest friends and select obligitory minority guests, we all know you deserve it.

I recently took the Sigma Chi sticker off the back of my car. I'm looking at my car right now. I wonder if it's sad, or mad at me. A piece of its identity torn away at the hands of a razor blade. Suck it up, car! That's what I say. College is over and it's time I started pretending that I'm a mature adult with a stickerless back windshield, or almost stickerless.



I had an interview yesterday at a law firm, Battle Fleenor Green Winn and Clemmer. Do you think they pulled straws and Clemmer came out on the raw end of the deal? I do. When I arrived the receptionist warmly offered me a beverage: water, soft drink, or coffee, and buzzed Mr. Winn's office to tell him, "Mr. Davis is here." She called me Mr. Davis, that's weird. She even validated my parking before I had a chance to ask. Whew, now this is the royal treatment. A bit too royal if you asked me. I'm keeping my eye on you lady, Leslie, if I remember correctly. I think they wanted to hire me. Basically, I told them my resume spoke for itself and I'd expect to have "Davis" added between Fleenor and Green's names within two years. They said that should be fine.

In other news, I should know something about a job at BSC early next week. I'll probably use one job offer against the other in order to attract an extremely lucrative deal. We're talking five digits here people, and not the higher end of five digits, more like the lower end. The kind of income that allows you to live on the teatering brink of financial independence from your parents. Now that's good money.

Continuing with the Jesus theme-

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TryCRgWW6f0

Cheerio.