While watching an Apple I-phone commercial on television the other night, the song and lyrics I heard evoked faint flashes of memory stored somewhere in the cobwebbed crevices of my mind.
“Touch down, every morning; 10 times! Not just now and then.”
My memory tweeted to my mind, “You heard that somewhere, big guy, sometime long ago. Hash tag: #can you remember?”
“Once more on the rise. Nuts to the flabby guys!
Go, you chicken fat, go away! Go, you chicken fat, go!”