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[bedlamsbard]

Dear Santa... Dear Santa, This year I've been busy! Last month I stole weisy's purse (-30 points). Last Saturday I broke stellaluna_'s X-Box (-12 points). In October I set mentalhygiene's puppy on fire (-66 points). In March I gave 4eversnotenough a Dutch Oven (-10 points). Last week I saved a busload of nuns in Angola (326 points). Overall, I've been nice (208 points). For Christmas I deserve a new bike! Sincerely, bedlamsbard

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I'm sorry about your purse, weisy. And your X-box, stellaluna_. And your puppy, mentalhygiene. I don't know what came over me. The matches were just there...

Concert tonight. *sigh*

Nick left his alto in his car last night, and it fucking froze. He came in, and there was ice on it. There was a quarter-inch of ice on his reed! FROZE. On concert day! We think it's all right. Until you've seen Mr. C (my jazz director), cuddling an alto in his arms and blowing into the body, you haven't lived.

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[mentalhygiene.livejournal.com]

I think my puppy would cuddle you and lick you anyway. Just because.

Until you've seen Mr. C (my jazz director), cuddling an alto in his arms and blowing into the body, you haven't lived.

That's a surreal and patently hysterical image. *still giggling*

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

Your puppy may be a little singed, though.

That's a surreal and patently hysterical image. *still giggling*

It was a hilarious. He was literally cuddling it. I half-expected him to start petting it or something. It's too bad I didn't have a camera. We second jazz people are a strange and special breed.

[mentalhygiene.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure puppy cares. This is, after all, the dog who came through being fed activated charcoal with a great big doggy smile, likcing it off his chops. the dipwit that he is.

Your jazz director sounds nuts in the good way. I would've paid cash money to see that.

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

Aw, dogs, how we love them...my puppy Gryphon was like that too. We'll note that this is the dog that once ended up on the other side of the mountains. On the frickin' West Side.

Oh, Mr. C's not all that nuts. It's just...saxophone! Frozen! Not good! He's a sax player, too, that would explain a couple things. We tend to become very...intimate with our instruments.

[weisy.livejournal.com]

You should be sorry. >:O

Eeek. Good luck with concert.

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

Aw. I guess I have to give it back, huh?

Concert was...okay. God, Wind Ensemble went forever. FIVE SONGS, to our three.