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Have I previously mentioned on social media how my brain always mashes up “Sex & Candy” with “Closing Time” whenever I hear either song? It seems like something I’d note but I don’t remember.

Popsicles flavoured with the Jelly Belly popcorn flavour profile called Popsapops.

A parody of Call Me Maybe about Moms Mably would be a spectacular failure.

A fad diet where you can only eat buttons, zippers, tacks, glue, tape, brass brads and Velcro but you can eat all that you want called “Intermittent Fastening”.

I spent the last twenty minutes of work today with my internal monologue singing “Hava Nagila” except with the words “Bhagavad Gita” instead, if you wanna know how loopy this smoke inhalation is getting me.

I wonder how many hipster neo-bluegrass bands have been called “Harmony Grits”.

Have we considered re-interpreting that “many dudes around one girl on a couch” meme from a porno but with the Ghostbusters and Slimer? Am I just too far ahead of my time?

At this point, there’s so many people playing Superman, you could probably convince me that I’m the Superman on some Tubi thing. The Pluto TV Superman. Like I just sleep walk to play him. Maybe we could just cool it with the Superman for 20 years or so. That’d be great.