Joel Tyree

Man, that was the perfect intro music, guys. Thank you very much, Traylor. Hinch, it is Nillamack. I thought I had a better chance with a stupid fucking name. Lately, I've been reflecting on the golden age of American advertising. You know, when nice, gently dressed white folks explained, if you got a fucking problem at your house, here's a fucking thing that will help you deal with your fucking thing, and this won't help you better than the other fucking things. And then the husband comes down for a cup of coffee. Thank you, honey. This coffee tastes like absolutely. You stupid fucking bitch. I thought we already had this conversation twice. This country will be great again one day, damn it. There is a man. Commercials today, it's just a bunch of dancing black folks. How did that happen? How the fuck now? Do you need to do some laundry? I'm sorry, my bad. Look at this, dancing blocklay. I thought I was at the movies. I thought I was at the movies. Uh-oh. You know black people? Walks to the spin circle? What's for the spin cycle? Tumble dry. Okay. Do you need financing on an all-new certified pre-owned Hyundai? Sonata, good, credit, bad credit, no credit, no problem. Hop aboard the sole train. Lay it down the plane.