I was watching a DVD of one of Bob Marley’s concerts with my dad. My mom walked into the room and settled on the beanbag chair just as they were playing “Lively Up Yourself”. This is what my mom thought Marley was singing:

“You better tidy up yourself….”

That’s selective perception for you. Ladies and gentlemen, my mother. There ain’t no one like her.

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