If this is your first visit, be sure to
check out the FAQ by clicking the
link above. You may have to register
before you can post: click the register link above to proceed. To start viewing messages,
select the forum that you want to visit from the selection below.
Presumably her experiences with a trombonist were unprintable...?
Was "javelin" a serious stab at the pointy bit of the puzzle?
"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
Starting with 7th position and sliding up, perhaps...?
I think not. This is a Family Forum...
"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
Researching ideas found me looking at corny brass jokes. I found this one:
A girl went out on a date with a trumpet player, and when she came back her room mate asked, "Well, how was it? Did his embouchure make him a great kisser?" "Nah", the first girl replied. "That dry, tight, tiny little pucker; it was no fun at all."
The next night she went out with a tuba player, and on her return the room mate asked the same question. "Ugh!", the girl exclaimed, "Those huge, rubbery, blubbery, slobbering slabs of meat; oh it was just gross!".
The next night she went out with a French Horn player. "How was this one?" asked the room mate. "Well", the girl replied, "his kissing was just so-so; but I loved the way he held me!"
I won't ask what her experiences were like with a trombone player.
I won't ask what her experiences were like with a trombone player.
Funny echo in here....
"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
Smoothness is not my way. I angered Mrs Flay this morning. She was trying out an evening jacket that a (younger) friend had lent her. It looked something like a rhea's backside.
She said she didn't think it suited her. I asked: "don't you think you're too old for it?"
She was not amused
Last edited by Flay; 27-10-12, 13:07.
Reason: tripo
Smoothness is not my way. I angered Mrs Flay this morning. She was trying out an evening jacket that a (younger) friend had lent her. It looked something like a rhea's backside.
She said she didn't think it suited her. I asked: "don't you think you're too old for it?"
She was not amused
Schoolboy error
"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
I sincerely hope Mrs. Flay doesn't ever read your postings abouit her (but I'm sure she has the patience of a Saint having lived with you for so long .....)
Finally time to think about the J - but no thoughts are forthcoming as yet as to how to approach it.
Comment