The cornea the better
Thứ Ba, 19 tháng 5, 2020
The low brass section decides to grab drinks during a performance of Beethoven's 9th symphony
The tubas and trombones only play during the end of Beethoven's 9th symphony. During the first several movements they have a famously long period of rest.
One performance, the low brass decide to sneak out to a local bar and grab a few drinks during the beginning of the piece. They quietly duck out of the rear section of the theater, walk a couple blocks, and sit down for drinks.
After a couple rounds, having lost track of the time, the section leader glances at his watch and exclaims "we're running late, our entrance is in just 1 minute!"
A trombone player tells the group that he bought them some extra time by tying the last few pages of the conductor's score together. When he comes up on the finale he will have to slow the orchestra down to allow himself time to untie his music - thus buying the low brass enough time to get back in their seats.
They stumble back in their seats right before their entrance, but the conductor was furious...
it was the bottom of the 9th, the score was tied, and the basses were loaded.
3 guys were sitting in a biker bar.
A man came in, already drunk, sat down at the bar and ordered a drink. The man looked around and saw the 3 men sitting at a corner table.
He got up, staggered to the table, leaned over, looked the biggest one in the face. And said, “I went by your grandma’s house and I saw her in the hallway buck naked. Man, she is fine!”
The biker looked at him and didn’t say a word. His buddies were confused, because he was a bad ass and would fight at he drop of a hat.
The drunk leaned on the table again. And he said “I got it on with your grandma. And she is good. The best I ever had!”
The biker still said nothing. His buddies were starting to get mad.
The drunk leaned on the table again and said,”I’ll tell you something else boy, your grandma liked it!”
The biker stood up and took the drunk by the shoulder. And said, “Damn it, Grandpa, you’re drunk! Go home!”
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