'Don't brush me'

People look stupid when they're driving down the road singing. People look even stupider (yes, stupider, and crazy) when they're driving down the road, alone, laughing hysterically.

I'll cop to it. That was me, on my commute to work, guffawing at the Dane Cook album Amber sent me. Specifically, the part on disc two about girls with gnarly teeth and the one yellow tooth that looks like a kernel of corn. Oh, man, I lost it during that part.

I feel that Dane is best enjoyed in the car. Or perhaps in a limo. With a pal. Our road trip to Knoxville several years ago was made much more tolerable with Dane riding along. It's uncanny how his popularity has exploded in the past year. He's all over the nightly talk shows and in magazines and in crappy movies. He has a giant MySpace following. I wonder how long it will be before he gets hooked on coke and is found dead in a hotel room on top of a pile of hookers.

I hope that doesn't happen, of course. I enjoy his spastic life observations and silliness. And his profanity. I swoon for creative profanity.