I like music. You just can't beat a good rhythm. I used to date a guitar player. He ended up just stringing me along. Definitely a bad pick. I'm not going to fret about it. I completely quit talking to him and cut the chord. I became friends with a drummer after that. He was the cymbal of a good man. I'm glad I was able to snare him as a friend.
The other night, I decided to waltz on down to a jazz club. They had a trio of trumpets playing. I thought to myself, "This music kind of blows". I began to feel a little horny. I was in the mood for some sax. I knew I was in treble. I decided it would be better to swing on out of there.
I went to the bar down the road. They started playing classical music. I wanted to leave, but there was no turning Bach now. I bought several rounds of drinks. The bartender kept harping me to buy more. I finally left before I went baroque.
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