I am a flautist. There. I said it.
Just keep your hands off the pianists.
This is like the seventh time I’ve seen the title, and I still can’t help but read it incorrectly, and initially think it’s about that one congressional candidate for a split second.
Pianists? That’s nothing. Try getting people to keep their hands off your organ, once they’ve seen what it can do.
It’s not that touching it is a problem; it’s just, you know, some people rub me the wrong way.
You have the organ, I have the pipes. We could make beautiful music together;).
Do you by chance run Minnie’s Haberdashery?
Asking for a friend.
I’m a hooker!
I am an inveterate mugger.
I don’t like to bring up my petcock in polite company, but I feel perfectly comfortable talking about it here.
Hmm, I don’t know… you don’t bring it on airplanes for emotional support, do you?
Is every African-American a nagger?
I have one word for you: Stopcock.
I must admit to being a pedal-phile as well. I’ll show you my newest addition… Mallet! Totally jealous of the 'bent BTW!
That had better be $185 for the pair.
Yep. And in CanaDollars so about $100 USD.
I had a pair of crank brothers pedals – just the plain eggbeaters – but I am seriously duck-footed, so I switched to being X-rated. Some riders find the float unpleasant, but I just like the engage/release action, even though the cleats are ridiculous.
