This commercial's mildly amusing and all -- hey, we love people who take Billy Idol seriously as much as the next sex-and-pop-culture-blog -- but is anyone else annoyed at having to spend 2 minutes with a supposedly ideal man and then learn that a) he's actually sort of annoying and b) he doesn't actually exist?
Hey GQ, any chance I can backorder those 120 seconds on your website or something?
