Crank, crank, crank...
I am extremely grateful to Rimsky-Korsakov for orchestrating many works by other Russian composers that would otherwise fall beyond the edge of gnarly and well into the realm of insanity. That being said, there is still much chromaticism to conquer... onward my brave stragglers of the community orchestra, that notable band...
Sarcasm seems to be reigning supreme this weekend. As well as bad humor.
"I used to work at a fire hydrant factory. It was terrible. You couldn't park anywhere near the place."
"My dog has no nose."
-"Oh really? How does he smell?"
"Awful!"
"I never could believe in Santa Claus, because no white dude would ever go near my neighborhood after dark."
"Cruisers' plans are carved in Jell-O."
"It's hard to be religious when certain people are never incinerated by bolts of lightning."
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