Stephen King would laugh his ass off. (He got so addicted to the song, Tabitha about left him. Stuck with him through the booze and cocaine, drove her batshit with Mambo #5.)
Memorizing names couldn’t be easier. Use mnemonics, the more absurd, the better.
For example; You meet a guy named Mike. Picture Mike, right then and there, jamming a huge microphone down his throat. Guy named Scott? Imagine him with a talking Scotty dog head. Take several seconds and concentrate on the image. It’ll sink in permanently, I promise.
By the time I took several seconds to concentrate on that they already walked away and think I am an idiot, rightfully so.
If it were me, would’ve ended with me happily singing along with my brain, oblivious to the information I failed to retain.
I can definitely relate with ThE TrUmPeTs
Lou Bega does that weird roar
It’s a good roar
Very relatable. I’ve accidentally said parts of this song out loud without realizing it on multiple occasions.
Just workshop sounds and suddenly I’m like “the TROMPETS” and everyone looks at me and I realize what I had done. The specific hahaha also escaped a few times but I was only asked what was funny
I have to live with Sisqo’s Thong Song sometimes.
