For some reason, I thought it would be a good idea to listen to the song "Lookin' Out My Back Door" seven times in a row. It wasn't. And now I keep singing the line "tambourines and elephants are playing in a band" as "memories and elp ants are playing in a band." How memories play in a band is beyond me. And what an "elp ant" is remains a
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