Musical Goods and Organs

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A big improvement

A violist just got plain fed up. He was sick of the jokes and the lack of respect, and he decided it was time to switch to a different instrument. So he went down to the local music store and browsed around. He wanted something so far removed from the viola that no one would ever remember he had played such a silly thing. After much deliberation he finally settled on it: a big old accordion sitting in the corner.

It seemed like a big improvement to the violist, so he went over to the shopkeeper. “Hi,” he said. “I’d like to buy the big accordion in the corner over there.”

The shopkeeper looked at him. “I’m sorry, sir, which accordion?”

“The big one, in the corner.” He pointed.

“You’re a violist, aren’t you?” said the shopkeeper.

“Yes,” said the accused, surprised, “how did you know?”

“Well,” said the shopkeeper, “you just tried to buy the radiator.”

from http://aintbaroque.wordpress.com/

I'm serious.

Why do violists stand for long periods outside people's houses?
They can't find the key and they don't know when to come in.

Dead?

I think everyone should post something this week. Or I'll start telling viola jokes.

Arrietty

Dill pickle rag

It's a real song from 1906. You can see the music here. Almost it makes me want to play the piano again.

Let this be a lesson to you

Here's what happened to naughty little girls in 1911. From Slovenly Betsy.

they wish you a merry christmas

No babies

A New Favorite Song

Here is a song for you to enjoy.

You can read the lyrics here.

:)

Amy's Breakfast Recipe

Ingredients:

1 box of cereal (variant)

1 bowl

1 spoon

1 bowlful of milk

Pour first the cereal, then milk, into the bowl. Eat it with the spoon.

Fast. Impossible to mess up.

My kind of breakfast.

Pride and Prejudice Land

Good old Red Dwarf. Watch them in order for clarity.

Our Favorite Movie Quotes

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Meg 

Marilla: Twenty pounds of brown sugar. 

Jo 

Alice: If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary-wise; what it is it wouldn't be, and what it wouldn't be, it would. You see? 

Beth 

Vizzini: HE DIDN'T FALL? INCONCEIVABLE. 

Inigo Montoya: You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.

Amy

Cook: “What’s this? A green kickball?”

Boss: “It’s lettuce, Cookie.”

Cook: “Lettuce? Lettuce!? What do I need with doggone lettuce?”

Boss: “It’s a vegetable, Cookie. The men need the four basic food groups.”

Cook: “I’ve got the four basic food groups! Beans, bacon, whiskey, and lard!”

Marmee

Anna: Oh, but this is a lie! 

King: It is a FALSE lie!

Take that!