1. "Hey! Quit hoggin' the Suicide Booth! That jazz guy s-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-c-k-s!"
2. Larry Craig's invitation to "Meet me by the men's room, and I'll blow your horn" was badly misinterpreted.
3. George Michael was furious that the trumpeter was playing "Faith" without paying him royalties, but with his dick caught in the rest room door, there wasn't a thing he could do about it.
4. Paid for by a Nancy Pelosi earmark, San Francisco's "Afternoon Jazz at the Glory Hole" program enriched the city's artistic and cultural landscape.
5. A record turnout for "White Jazz in the Park."
Best of Rodney Dill
New Orleans Funeral Dirge... Fail
Best of Two Dogs
When Bill got pissed at Ted, he simply dropped him off at the Chuck Mangione Music Marathon.
Best of attmay
Jim not only killed a guy by the men's room, but then ran off and made "wah, wah, wah" sounds with his trumpet. The jury deliberation took 15 minutes before he got life without parole.
Best of Army of Mom
Where will you be when your laxative kicks in?
Best of mega
Rain, unemployed musicians, flannel shirts, and a nice warm place for drug addicts and teen prostitutes to hang. Uhm....Omaha? No, wait...uhm...
Best of Seoulman (R)
While playing a Sousa piece, Gary couldn't hear Big Jimmy screaming about "Little Jimmy" was stuck in the door
Best of Chrees
Tooting in stereo
Best of Van Helsing
Thanks to the tendency of the technotoilet doors to close on people's noses, he finally had a audience for his horn playing that couldn't run away.
22 comments:
New Orleans Funeral Dirge... Fail
Wait! Doctor! Don't leave me here!
When Bill got pissed at Ted, he simply dropped him off at the Chuck Mangione Music Marathon.
Dang, your number one caption gave me the giggles.
ORA: If you wanna bump it,
Bump it with a trumpet.
Jim not only killed a guy by the men's room, but then ran off and made "wah, wah, wah" sounds with his trumpet. The jury deliberation took 15 minutes before he got life without parole.
You never forget your first tromboner.
Blow me.
*singing*
Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go right now. Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go.
Where will you be when your laxative kicks in?
Jim couldn't control it any longer when Chuckie hit the the brown note.
Willie Wonka, NOOOOO, don't leave me out here with jazzman.
The ATF's newest weapon: Jazzman.
Little known to most radio fans, when he left WKRP in Cincinnati, Les Nessman went on to an even less successful stint as a musician.
The Seattle council finally agreed on the playlist: Feelings, Afternoon Delight, and anything by Phil Collins. The desired increase in public acceptance of the new toilets was immediate.
Tim took up the trumpet to drown out the incessant sounds of gay prostitution across the street, and discovered it actually wasn't a bad hobby.
Rain, unemployed musicians, flannel shirts, and a nice warm place for drug addicts and teen prostitutes to hang. Uhm....Omaha? No, wait...uhm...
While playing a Sousa piece, Gary couldn't hear Big Jimmy screaming about "Little Jimmy" was stuck in the door
Tooting in stereo
Thanks to the tendency of the technotoilet doors to close on people's noses, he finally had a audience for his horn playing that couldn't run away.
Maxwell Smart discovered that when he played the shows theme song, the doors closed on someone else's nose.
The crowd loved the live music at this weekend's Ron Paul fund raiser.
With only minutes remaining before Hurricane Buford made landfall, Superman found himself locked out of the small Cajun town's only public phone booth, which, ironically, had been constructed with FEMA funds leftover from the last big blow.
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