Woke up this morning feeling wonderfully rested.  I looked out the window and saw that it's a gorgeous day already with clear skies in every direction.  On the way to work I could see the mountains in perfect detail even more than a hundred miles away.  Not only that but all the lights were green coming into work, I got the second best parking spot, and there was already a pot of coffee already brewed.  Everything was shaping up to be a perfect day.  And then David Hasselhoff had to come in and ruin everything for me.  At first I thought it was a joke, and then I ended up praying it was a joke.  But no luck, it's the real thing, and it's something that's now burned into my retinas, nay into the core of me being, and I fear I will not be able to make it through the day without some sort of breakdown.  You know, as a kid I loved Knight Rider, and Baywatch was certainly appreciated during my impressionable teenage years.  But now, there's just nothing that can make up for this:

It's work safe, but might be unsafe for those with a weak stomach who are prone to nausea shudder!!

Note: I thought Shatner's covers of “Lucy In the Sky with Diamonds” or “Rocket man” were the worst thing ever, but now there's competition.