Here's to You (off-topic)

Bud Light presents: Real Men of Genius.

(singer in background: "real men of geeeeniuusss ...")

Today we salulte you, Mr. After-Yard-Sale-Curbside-Junk-Remover.

("Mr. After-Yard-Sale-Curbside-Junk-Remover!")

Only you can take a mildewed shower curtain, broken toilet, and rusted engine block and like a modern-day alchemist, turn it into flea market gold.

("it's leaking oil")

We count on you to stalk our streets, like a Nighttime Trash Angel, scouring them clean of debris that wouldn't sell for a nickel.

("I'm calling 9-1-1!")

So crack open an ice cold Bud Light, oh Sultan of the Scrapheap. You save us our sweat, our toil, and a day-after trip to the charity donation bin.

("Mr. After-Yard-Sale-Curbside-Junk-Remover ...")