SLEEP, GLORIOUS SLEEP

When blessed with the occasional chance to sleep in, we all wake up but lay there, butt out like a baby, softly and half-asleeply singing a cover from the musical Oliver,  SLEEP GLORIOUS SLEEEEEEEEP, HOT SAUSAGE AND MUSTARD! in our heads and then audibly,  over over over until we kind of fall back asleep then wake up and sing it again, Right? RIGHT?

NO JUST ME? OKAY

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