Enough About Me ...

There's this sensor in my head that detects catchy phrases. Those high in catch are inserted in a storage unit flagged with receptors. Life ensues. As phrases fly around, don't count your chickens, need your vpat asap for the ppmt, mmm this spinakopitta tastes great DING a receptor is hit forcing you to recite, "Tastes great, less filling. Tastes great, less filling." I have dozens of these inserted in my storage unit, most of them by marketing. Some are pop songs. I feel like someone owes me money. Though I believe in crystal light and I believe in me, I'm after the taste of a new generation. Not the other white meat either. Where's the beef in that? Yeah sure, they plump when you cook 'em, but let's fill it to the brim. Sure, I left my exes in Texas. Sometimes you feel like a nut so have it your way. Because it's two, two two mints in one! Thank you for your support. Can you hear me now?

an aside, there's a cute slogan generator for those needed more catch.