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I remember my freshman year of summer marching band practice, we were rained out and so we all gathered in the band room to practice music, and for some reason the band director decided to tell this joke, but the rain kept getting louder and louder.
I remember my freshman year of summer marching band practice, we were rained out and so we all gathered in the band room to practice music, and for some reason the band director decided to tell this joke, but the rain kept getting louder and louder.
That’s a powerful image. As though it had been a dream.