Bradley doesn't like it when I sing "There Is Nothing Like a Dame" at the top of my lungs. It disturbs his nap.
"Who disturbs my slumber... slumber... slumber... slumber..."
See the similarities? You would, if I was singing at the top of my lungs!
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