Posted With Minimal Comment. G.D. 3-1-2010 Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)MoreClick to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to share on Google+ (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) You’re gonna be humming this ridiculousness for the rest of the day. You’re welcome. [h/t The Awl] About Latest Posts G.D.Gene "G.D." Demby is the founder and editor of PostBourgie. In his day job, he blogs and reports on race and ethnicity for NPR's Code Switch team. Latest posts by G.D. (see all) Random Midday Hotness: Desiigner Freestyle. - June 24, 2016 Affirmative Action Is Not Quite Dead Yet. - June 23, 2016 Random Midday Hotness: No One Matches His Practical, Tactical Brilliance. - May 10, 2016 Previous Next dfreelon Man, now I’m hungry for barbecue. And I live in Seattle, where no one has any idea how to do it properly. G.D. barbecue seitan! Brokey McPoverty i swear i thought this was Playa like 3 times in this song. RIP STATIC MAJOR! Pingback: dotdotdot. « Splackavellie Central() Danielle G.D. you are un.right. for this. That said, um, the song’s actually not that bad. And this commercial is more interesting than most music videos. G.D. you never rolled over from a hot fornication session with your lover, just dying for some orange soda and hot wings? this song would fit perfectly in that incredibly specific emotional space. Danielle Who knew you were such a romantic?