Sunday, January 28, 2007

Profane Game

I think a tuba player learned how to do some programing. Basically, you get to type in as many swear words as possible in a minutes and you get points for each one. My high so far: 78

Profane games

Wednesday, January 17, 2007

I'm a fermata, hold me.

C, E-flat and G go into a bar. The bartender says, "sorry, but we don't serve minors." So E-flat leaves, and C and G have an open fifth between them. After a few drinks, the fifth is diminished and G is out flat. F comes in and tries to augment the situation, but is not sharp enough.

D comes in and heads for the bathroom saying, "Excuse me. I'll just be a second." Then A comes in, but the bartender is not convinced that this relative of C is not a minor. Then the bartender notices B-flat hiding at the end of the bar and says, "Get out! You're the seventh minor I've found in this bar tonight."

E-Flat comes back the next night in a three-piece suit with nicely shined shoes. The bartender says, "you're looking sharp tonight. Come on in, this could be a major development." Sure enough, E-flat soon takes off his suit and everything else, and is au natural.

Eventually C sobers up and realizes in horror that he's under a rest. C is brought to trial, found guilty of contributing to the diminution of a minor, and is sentenced to 10 years of DS without Coda at an upscale correctional facility.

Monday, January 08, 2007

Tickle Me Elmo On Fire

If you thought Furby in the microwave was disturbing, wait until you see the clip of Tickle Me Elmo.