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In fall of 1993 I applied for World Cup tickets by mailing in my application. Around the same time the song "mmmm mmmm mmmm mmmm" was on heavy rotation on the radio and its stupid chorus line always made me laugh. While my application wasn't picked in the random ticket lottery, however,in April of 1994 I received a letter indicating that some tickets were returned by sponsors and were available on a first come first serve basis provided that I was able to get through on the phone line given and that the tickets hadn't already been scooped up. Delighted at the possibility of obtaining World Cup tickets I sat on the bedroom floor and began laughing. But then I decided to let out my laughter by saying mmmm. The more I laughed, the more I mmmm'd and the more I mmmm'd, the more I laughed. This cycle of mmmm'ing continued for at least 15 minutes.

After calling non stop for 2 hours and getting a busy signal I finally did make it through and got my hands on 4 of the 5 games I wanted. The 5th (Argentine-Greece) had already been sold out.



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