That’s the first thing I thought:
One morning I shot an elephant in my pajamas. How he got in my pajamas, I don’t know.
Then, we tried to remove the tusks, ... but they were embedded in so firmly, we couldn’t budge them. Of course, in Alabama the tusks a looser.
But that’s entirely ir-elephant to what I was talking about.
I never forget a face but in your case I’m willing to make an exception.
;^)