I like narwhals. Especially jimmy the magic narwhal. I am in love with Destery Moore. I have no life.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
I was wondering why my newsfeed was going crazy on facebook right now…
Turns out it’s just band kids being band kids.
xD
BAAND KIDS
Mating season for band kids….
Fall is like mating season for band kids…..not necessarily sex but like….idk pairing. It seems like all the band kids get together during marching band season.
So I apparently got this text at 10:35 PM last night
I didn’t see it until I woke up just now
This is from a guy in my band class
He always texts me random sentences
I don’t know how he got my number
Damn trombone players
How to take care of a marching band.
How to play a wood wind instrument by a brass player
- wet reed
- put together instrument
- sell your soul to Satan
- blow air
Fucking. Rotting. Pumpkin.
If you’re in band, then you can understand the insane shit that us band kids do for no apparent reason. But anyhow, there’s this horrible fucking smell in our band locker room.
And at first, I was told that it was a fish taco left in one of our drum major’s lockers, and he wouldn’t take it out of the fucking locker or something along those lines. Nope.
Not only was there a fish taco in a locker, but this is what our other drum major has announced:
…
Welcome to my fucking band.
I FUCKING HATE BAND KIDS!!!!!!!
Especially when I am at my sound board and their mother fucking tuba’s and clarinets are screeching into my headset that intensives sounds. Not to mention the parents that whistle for a whole minute. Yeah, my ears are bleeding. Thanks.
I’ve never heard tuba screech
This is what happens when Mr. Miller leaves the markers out for the band kids to play with…
How many band kids does it take to screw in a light bulb?
Drum Majors - Who’s watching anyways?!
Piccolo - One to hold it while the world revolves around her
Flutes - None, they get their boyfriends to do it
Clarinets - One, but they’ll go through the entire box just to find the right one
Trumpets - Five, one to actually screw it in, and four to complain about how much better they could have done it
Baritones - One, but he’ll do it LOUDLY
Drummers - 13, one to hod the bulb, and 12 to drink until the room spins
Tubas - None. He gets the mellophones to do it for him.
Saxophones - None, they’re all too busy hiding their grass
There’s no trombone
YOU CAN’T FORGET THE TROMBONES
I was walking into the band room a while back, and some brilliant mind put this on the door. Band kids will understand
