in the midst of the fourth day of helping my sister and her family move into their new house, the following weirdness occured:
she pulled out a stack of bedraggled pokemon cards belonging to one of her kids.
she looked at me and said in a fake cowboy voice,
"these cards are marked"
to which i responded
"they're a mess. a chocolate mess."
we proceeded to act out the entire m&m commercial from whence this dialogue came and which probably last ran on tv sometime in the early 1970's.
it really scares me to know that actual brain matter, MY brain matter, has been taken up by stuff like this.