and anyone else who wants me to go to a god damn church and wait on people or serve drinks or cook food.
and anyone else who routinely makes me pay around $400 just for band camp/uniform/cleaning/instrument/etc fees and every other year asks for another $800 so we can go to florida/new york/ireland/wherever.
and anyone else who asks me to dress up in girls' jeans and come to confusingly-scheduled basketball games and play for the people who don't care whether or not the band is there, even though I'm terrified of basketballs and the heat in the gym is overpowering.
and anyone else who asks me to come and play jazz to a bunch of fat, creepy bus drivers at a community college.
and anyone else who wants me to sit at a lawn chair and wait for people to give me a ticket so I can stand behind a corkboard and poke my head thru so they can pie me in the face.
but my band asks me for all this stuff and I do it without complaint, tail wagging and paws in a hurry.
and I love it.
I don't love anything as much as I love that.
what the fuck?
does anyone know what I'm talking about?
Devious Comments
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Ba de ya, say do you remember?
Ba de ya, dancing in September
Ba de ya, there never was a cloudy day
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nintendo DS lite = love!
+ a ? kid +
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Some people are like Slinkies...
Not really good for anything......
But they still bring a smile to your face
when you push them down a flight of stairs.
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DEADXORZ
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nintendo DS lite = love!
+ a ? kid +
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nintendo DS lite = love!
+ a ? kid +
wot? you're in the drum line? marching or concert??
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nintendo DS lite = love!
+ a ? kid +
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DEADXORZ
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