I have a problem with getting earworms on a regular basis. Songs, commercials, movie quotes, etc. You know, those things that get stuck in your head after hearing them. Couple that with a...let's call it an odd sense of humor and suddenly strange things are afoot at the Circle K.
The latest has been the "Stay in you're lane bro" tattoo artist commercial. After running through my head about eleventy dozen times, my brain started spitting out variations:
Two streetwalkers: Stay in you're lane ho
Two garden utensils: Stay in you're lane hoe (alternatively it could be Stay in your row hoe)
Two wheat farmers: Stay in your grain bro
Finally in a moment of grand madness (or genius, it's a reeeeeeal fine line) this happened:
As my wife says, whatever's wrong with me it's no small thing.