A father is having a heart-to-heart talk with his young son, who is crying and very distraught.
“Look son, the breakup isn’t your fault at all. It’s nobody’s fault, really; sometimes, even when two people love each other very much, they still can’t make things work; they need to split up, and go live in different places. When you’re a grownup, you’ll understand. Now, do you feel better?”
The youngster, though still crying, tentatively nods his head ‘yes’.
“Great! Now go get inside the orphanage-- they expected you to show up 10 minutes ago.”
I saw a Monteith and Rand show on one of the Showtime in the '80s. One of the skits was a musical bit where Suzanne Rand relates going to the hardware store. I don’t remember the exact words, but it went something like this.
I went down to the hardware store for to buy a hinge. The salesman said, ‘Do you want a screw for your hinge?’ No, I don’t wanna screw for my hinge, But I’ll blow you for the toaster in the corner.
The skit is probably/possibly in this video, but I don’t have an hour and forty minutes to look for it.
Why didn’t music students get to learn theory in 2009?
Because 2008 the music.
How many musicians does it take to paper a room?
Three, if you slice them thin enough.
What’s the definition of “half step”?
Two oboes playing in unison.
Cobra:
a brassiere for Siamese twins.
A patient was told by his doctor that an intricate and costly operation was mandatory.
“You needn’t worry about the cost,” soothed the doctor. “Just pay me two thousand dollars down and five hundred a month for the next three years.”
“Sounds like buying a car,” commented the patient.
“You’re right,” the doctor assured him. “I am.”