Yes, I did. Unfortunately, I got too close to the alien bugs on the set and they ate 70% of my brain, too.
No one noticed with me either.
All that was left was the part of me that could write stupid satire. I’m not even sure what I’m writing half the time and I have Kleenex stuffed in the 70% of my brain cavity where my cerebrum used to be so I have to be careful around matches.
Thanks a lot for reminding me, Buckanear. I’d have a cigarette right now but I don’t want to get too close to a flame.