His mustache. My savior.

Every once in a while, one of those days comes along. One of those days that just keeps being…well…one of *those* days. A day when no matter what you try to get done seems like the Big Magnet in the Sky has decided to keep pulling bitchslap after bitchslap in the general direction of your cabasa. A day that you think is about a craptastic as any could get. A Sisyphean farce of a day.

But then suddenly…breaking through the barrage of shit stick smack downs and endless kicks to the kidney…a ray of light pierces the gloom like an hirsute angel riding down from the heavens in a video chariot called:

“Borat -The first 4 minutes of his Movie.”

Yea, Tac. You’re right. This dude *is* magic.

And I do believe everything’s gonna be just fine