It's cheap for the quality

I park wherever. . . my auto insurance has better coverage on my Horn than my homeowner's, so, between that, and having rehearsals 2-4x a week, I just keep it in the trunk (it's also why I bought the S2k- it fits).

Losing my Horn would be okay. . . the next Horn I get would ideally be one of these:

http://www.corno.de/schmid/deu-eng/valvehorns.htm

A full double starts at EUR7300

I play about 30-60 nights a year, and that's just as "a hobby" (that pays every now and then).

 

So you like to blow things? The pieces of the puzzle are coming together.

Zing.

 

I played the french horn till i got kicked out of band in 6th grADe.

i thought it was wierd to have to put your hand in the end when you played it.

 

One time my internet girlfriend was going bowling with some of her "guy friends" and I was mad about it because she lived 400 miles away and I couldn't go, so out of frustation I said "Have fun blowing. I mean bowling."

Zing.

 

Wow, I've never heard that fucking joke before. With shear comic genius like this, Rip Taylor better fucking watch out.

You're so witty and urbane, have you thought about writing for The New Yorker? Wait, not your style. . . William F. Buckley had better watch his ass, there's apparently a new sheriff in town. I can already hear his blowhard bellows braying in fear of you, the die hard intellectual you are.

Christ, I've crapped things with more wit than what you post.

 

Well, she was looking for guys with some heavy balls.

 

I mean it's cool if you like to blow things. Perhaps you could play some jazz flute for us later while I lead with my air guitar.

 

One day, three girls were sitting around and discussing their boyfriends.

One girl said, "I'm dating a trumpet player. GOOD LORD is he the best kisser!!! The thing that bugs me though, is that after a few minutes of great kissing, his lips get a little tight. . ."

The second girl said, "I know what you're talking about. I'm dating a Trombone player, and SWEET MOTHER OF GOD is he a great kisser. . . but yeah, after about fifteen minutes, his lips get a little loose. What a bummer."

The third girls pipes up, "Ladies. I have achieved blissful enlightenment. I'm dating a Horn player, and #### ME I'M CUMMING JUST THINKING about when he kisses me. He can kiss me for days on end. . . not too tight. . . not too loose. . . .







. . . but don't ask me about where he puts his hand."

 

I guess that's what people in the high school band have to tell each other to try to act like they're cool.

Oh and...

Cool story, Hansel.

 

dood 8D, i didn't know you played french horn!! that is one hard f@#king instrument to play

i bet your cheeks get all puffy when you blow it hard