16 January 2009

I hope I don't pinch my junk.

I don't know what's come over me. Over the past year, I can't seem to stop buying musical instruments. Some of them I have taken to rather quickly, while others (like the banjo) are a constant struggle and the source of much disappointment.

But even knowing all that, I'm fairly certain I'm going to buy this:
It's affordable and nearby. On the downside, it may guarantee that I will never get laid again.

But I suppose the banjo was doing that already...

7 comments:

Bj in Dallas said...

you may be right, or the girls that dig banjos and accordians usually don't have all their teeth, so it just depends on what you call a win-win....

Krëg said...

Honestly BJ, it's only the front teeth that matter. Or don't matter.

Lorrie Veasey said...

I don't know. Don't underestimate the power of a well played "Lady of Spain I adore You" on theold accordian. Apparently, that's how my dad got my ma to marry him.

SOMETHING HAPPENED SOMEWHERE TURNING said...

That's a tough call. An old squeezebox? Teeth? No teeth? So many decisions. Real tough call.

Chelle said...

Once in highschool, my friends and I went to school in our bathing suits with our grandparents' accordians.

It was pretty sweet.

Miss Thystle said...

My neighbors play accordian laden music ALL NIGHT LONG. It makes me want to kill myself.

By a zither or something instead.

zakary said...

Go for it. I think it's rad.

As I was typing this comment, Baby Troy was getting into something that he shouldn't. I yelled, "Craig!" at him instead of Troy. Funniness.