I think it's a picture of. . .

"Open wide and say ahhhh."

"Doc, I've got this weird stringed growth coming out of my lip...."

"Oh, yeah... I laid you good, stringses. All taut and Mm!! I'm gonna play you so hard!"

It's a WMD (Weapon of Musical Destruction)

"I still don't see how you got it past those strings into the little hole. Show me again?"

"Man, this thing is gonna fly! Those guys from Boston are aerospace geniuses! 'More than a feeliiiiiiin....' "

It's dad looking for my drugs!

It's a really big musical woodie.

...a really bad nose job.

...how much you wanna bet I can eat this in *one* bite??

next week - the banjo

I am enjoying my remedial music lessons

apologies to endless_rewrite

One more try, then this stupid flute goes right back to the shop...

How do I get that pencil out of there?


(Inspired by a half-hour session of trying to retrieve a pencil stuffed into a cello's f-hole...)

.....now....one more time...bend over and cough.

Well, she said my rendition of Feelings was a bit on the blah side. So I said, if I wanted your opinion I'd have asked. So she said, hey I'm the one who paid for your guitar. So I said, stick it up your nose!

At least, I could of sworn I said your nose...I'm just glad I didn't say stick it up your a$$.

"If i just point it at you this way, you'll eventually give in"

The last thing I remember...

I dunno doctor. The last thing I remember is someone saying Hey! Watch this everyone!

I don't care how well you aim it. It's not going to go in as easy as that hampster.

Wish I hadn't misplaced my long-range scope.