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    Buggering the bugler.

    Saturday morning. 07:00hrs.

    Sat outside the house nursing a strong coffee and a stronger hangover, my mood reflected perfectly in the morning drizzle, and the dull thud thud thud of thinned blood pulsating through the head, in perfect synchronicity with the splash splash splash of water droplets into a bucket perfectly placed to catch them on its metalled rim.

    Life is good, almost perfect.




    Saturday morning. 07:04hrs.

    The steady drizzle threatens to quicken.
    An odd sound of odd thunder from outside my head sounded odd.
    Surreal even.
    This was no ordinary thunder.
    A few moments of panic as i reassessed the worsening situation.
    A few moments more after reassessing.

    Some bastard is blowing a trumpet.




    Saturday morning. 09:20hrs.

    The karmic vibes from my keyboard have seemingly scuppered Somchais pucker.
    After two hours of tuneless blowing, i am hopefull that little Somchais dad has buried the bugle in his backside.




    Life is perfect again.

    And it's stopped drizzling.
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    I was just thinking, hope it wasn't someone blowing the bugle stuck up your aristotle!

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    Quote Originally Posted by charleyboy
    blowing the bugle stuck up your aristotle!
    'Tis a healthy alternative for wayward youth.

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    The Cub Scouts gave me a bugle to play in the band when I specifically asked for a fucking drum. (I do percussion not fucking brass).
    I have hated this instrument with every fibre of my being, ever since.

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    Quote Originally Posted by withnallstoke
    i am hopefull that little Somchais dad has buried the bugle in his backside.
    Judging by your avatar, this is a recurring thought pattern. I guess the kid is lucky he didn't go for the tuba...

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    Take up archery.


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    Quote Originally Posted by WilliamBlake
    I guess the kid is lucky he didn't go for the tuba...
    That made my testicles twitch.

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    They're just trying to drown out your formidable flatulence, withnall...and obviously failing.

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