Up past my bedtime but summoned me to Discord and I couldn't refuse her. Minutes passed. Tortilla chips were eaten. (Guiltily, to be sure, but eaten, they were.) At last, time to sign out, but someone mentions PALS, which led me to that 1969 vitamin commercial which has haunted me for fifty (oh, yes, I can count 'em) FIFTY years. So, instead of going to bed, I eat more salty crunchy tortilla chips, and find the Pals vitamin commercial. Gotta love youtube!
--or not. In my peripherals, there it was, another song from that era, still haunting me, as all things that occured around my fifth year of life tend to do:
Almond Joy Mounds Commercial (1978) via @YouTube
So, if you don't feel fishy tonight, it's okay. I'm heading to bed, so help me God, NO MORE TORTILLA CHIPS!
Nope. I'm NOT gonna tell you about the Chocks vitamin commercials. If you listened to Almond Joy vs Mounds, you can find "We are pals" and "chocks" all by yourself.
I'll be treading the treadmill, wishing I hadn't seen those chips, or those minnows, or Discord at midnight.