Okay, here's another joke about brass players...

So one night, this girl goes out with a Trumpet player.
She gets home, she says goodbye, she goes inside, and her roommate asks her how her date went.
She says: "Oh, I had a good time."
"So are you going out with him tomorrow?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Well, he really couldn't kiss and he thought he was like, soooo good, you know?"


So the next night, she goes out with a Tuba player.
She gets home, she says goodbye, she goes inside, and her roommate asks her how her date went.
She says: "Oh, I had a good time."
"So are you going out with him tomorrow?"
"No."
"Well, why not?"
"Oh, those thick, floppy lips! Ugh! He totally slobbered all over me, it was disgusting!"


So the next night, she goes out with a Trombone player.
She gets home, she says goodbye, she goes inside, and her roommate asks her how her date went.
She says: "Oh, I had a great time."
"So are you going out with him tomorrow?"
"Um, well, no."
"Oh, let me guess, he couldn't kiss, right?"
"Well, actually, that part of it was okay, but, I don't know, well, it, um, he wasn't that great, yaknowwhatimean?"


So the next night, she goes out with a French Horn player.
She gets home, she says goodbye, she goes inside, and her roommate asks her how her date went.
She says: "Oh, I had a good time."
The roommate gets to the point:
"So could the guy kiss or not?"

"Well, he wasn't any better than anybody else,
but I *loved* the way he held me."


This is my second favorite Brass joke,
my third favorite is the one that ends with "the Horn player IS God."
But I think that one would be egotistical. (sp?)
(Not to mention waaayyyy too long to type today. Me tired.)

~*sirepseh*~
(Can you tell what I play? Hmmmm.)