Why do rich fucks always need their secret societies to include shit like sticking balls where they generally don't belong unless you have some serious fetish requirements going on?
You've just made me think about secret handshakes.
The thing is, there can only be so many secret handshakes. To be "secret", they have to look like regular handshakes from medium distance. Many perfectly respectable private handshakes don't qualify because they are insufficiently secret (members of the armed services and sports clubs, we can see you).
Hell, Phi Beta Kappa has a secret handshake, which I have never used because (1) I worry that it may be the same as somebody else's secret handshake and (2) are you kidding me?
Think about it. There might be a dozen secret handshakes, if you are really flexible. I'm willing to bet there are more than a dozen "secret" societies.
Re tuba: probably just your horn embouchure. I played trombone and bari, and it wasn't hard to drop down to tuba, and I could make notes on a trumpet, but I couldn't force a squawk out of a horn mouthpiece to save my life. Might as well tried to play oboe.
I'm telling ya! This Order of St. Hubertus hooey is a cover. The guy died of garden-variety auto-erotic asphyxiation! Thus, no autopsy and the "natural causes" ruling with the corpse hussled off quietly. Power has its privileges!
Why do rich fucks always need their secret societies to include shit like sticking balls where they generally don't belong unless you have some serious fetish requirements going on?
steady.
You've just made me think about secret handshakes.
The thing is, there can only be so many secret handshakes. To be "secret", they have to look like regular handshakes from medium distance. Many perfectly respectable private handshakes don't qualify because they are insufficiently secret (members of the armed services and sports clubs, we can see you).
Hell, Phi Beta Kappa has a secret handshake, which I have never used because (1) I worry that it may be the same as somebody else's secret handshake and (2) are you kidding me?
Think about it. There might be a dozen secret handshakes, if you are really flexible. I'm willing to bet there are more than a dozen "secret" societies.
Speaking as a one-time T-bone player, I've always treasured the link to the sackbut.
Re tuba: probably just your horn embouchure. I played trombone and bari, and it wasn't hard to drop down to tuba, and I could make notes on a trumpet, but I couldn't force a squawk out of a horn mouthpiece to save my life. Might as well tried to play oboe.
Everything needs more Spiny Norman.
So did I! Hey, wait a minute.... How many French Horn players are there here?!?
Not only that, but I have a sneaking suspicion there are a heck of a lot of English majors around Wonkette, too.
Don't forget the band bus!
Really? Go figger. I would always prefer trap shooting, because the clays get right up.
British Prime Minister, ham-faced David Cameron stuck his cock in the mouth of a decapitated pig.
I'm telling ya! This Order of St. Hubertus hooey is a cover. The guy died of garden-variety auto-erotic asphyxiation! Thus, no autopsy and the "natural causes" ruling with the corpse hussled off quietly. Power has its privileges!
Even better.
The Bassoon was the first instrument I picked up in 7th grade.
I always thought Trombone players called their instruments "Bones"? Or is that just a British Orchestra thing?
Fabulous article- thanks for the heads-up! Love that it's listed online as published on Leap Day.
Over at the Poindexter place . . .