Don’t even get me started on fucking pianos
how does one even decide they WANT to fuck pianos? I mean, really?!
With its richly dark luster and smooth elegant curves (and they weigh about 600 lbs,) I figured it would be like…
But NOOOOOO! Here comes some geeky salesman right out onto the show room floor yellin about calling security, and swatting at me with a clarinet!
Who in the hell tries to hit someone with a clarinet for chrissakes! Those buttons are sharp. I almost lost a nipple.
The nerve of some people!
Don’t even consider the violin. All those positions, not to mention what they want you to do with your fingers…I mean, fuck you, rosining my bow should be a pleasurable activity, right!?
Also, Bad grammer…