Too Much Information

I love information. Rarely is there such a thing as too much. Sure, I didn't watch Anderson Cooper's program last night on how humans are destroying the rain forests and crap like that because frankly, I don't have any more money to donate and who is he yelling at anyway? Not me. I sent 300 beans to save the elephants last year and since I don't have a pot to piss in or window to throw it out of, more details about deforestation in Anderson's show is just going to bum me out. Plus, I already turn off every light when I leave a room for cryin' out loud. What more am I supposed to do?

Here's where too much information comes in. I saw a commercial this afternoon with two old people making out in the back of a taxi. That's a lot of information. Hey, I'm glad if they're married that it's still passionate. Or, if they're widowed and stuff, that they had the chance to meet before they croaked, but I don't know if I need to see tongue kissing. I don't know how old they are supposed to be, but it's safe to say they have white pubes. Gross. I'm sure old people don't rent "old people porno" just because they're old. I'm sure they think they're young in their heads and wouldn't they prefer to see young people getting it on than be reminded by wrinkly items that they're just as wrinkly? Then a voiceover says, "One of them is wearing dentures." Ok, now that's simply too much.