. . . and I have some music playing in the background. I'm not really paying attention to it until I leave my bedroom, walk into the living room and hear the following lyric: ". . . a land where large, fuzzy dice still hang proudly like testicles from rear view mirrors."

It was just one of those moments that grabs your attention, shakes you out of whatever thoughts you were having, and makes you realize there's a lot going on around you if you stop to pay attention.