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Originally Posted by siberian khatru
Half the time I can't remember my cellphone number. But I can remember "Holmes and Yo-Yo."
Sometimes I walk into a room and can't remember why I went there. But when my son says "clay," I can instantly respond in my best Alan-Rickman-faux-American accent: "Clay. Bill Clay."
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Tell me about it. The only reason I remember yesterday was because it featured my favorite baseball team collectively shitting themselves in the World Series.
But the Charm of Making from Excalibur? I can recite that on demand, and sound exactly like Nicol Williamson while doing it.
