Well, it woodwind one up, wouldn’t it?
When this is all over, we should all go out for breakfast at timpani’s bassoon as we can.
Soory, I have the Flute.
Cello again, folks! Now here’s a little number I know you’ll really like: 0.000000125.
Oboe, I broke by dose!
Glockenspiel any blood?
If there was, he red the music.
Oh, so that was the score.
He might have improved his score, had he not quavered.
It wasn’t much of quaver, just a semi-quaver. Maybe even just a demi-semi-quaver. Now he needs his rest.
Rest? No, he’s going to a bar to celebrate. I’ll have a treble!
I’ll take note.
Yeah, give him a measure of respect. “What you want, baby I got it!”
The most musical person in the cast of Seinfeld was… anybody? anybody? George Co-Stanza.
It’s solo I cannot acknowledge that quip.
Oh, come on, at least you have to give it its duet.
I’d rather be a mellow “D” than a harming “E”.
High C is a fine drink for kids.
No, it was below our minim-um standards.
Breve-ity is the soul of wit.
Since that one fell flat, I’ll just have to B sharp from now on.