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It was visitor's day at the lunatic asylum. All the inmates were standing in the courtyard and singing "Ave Maria" acapella and singing it beautifully.

Oddly, each of them was holding a red apple in one hand and tapping it rhythmically with a pencil.

A visitor listened in wonderment to the performance and then approached the conductor. "I am a retired choir director." he said. "This is one of the best choirs I have ever heard."

"Yes, I'm very proud of them." said the conductor.

"You should take them on tour." said the visitor, "What are they called?"

"In the beginning this was a big problem. One inmate suggested they call themselves the Big Apple with Little Brown Seeds Singing Sons of Siam, but I said it was too long and, anyway, no one was from Siam."

Then, another thought The Pencil Leads was a good name but the others disagreed because they had no one to write to.

"Well," the visitor asked, "What name did they finally agree on?"

"Surely that's obvious... " replied the conductor. "They all agreed to call themselves The Moron Tapanapple Choir."
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