If I inject cocaine into my arm and think I may have goofed up and injected some air too, and then think I’d better cut off my arm to save my life, well, I might just succeed (could my Landwell manage that task?) and then how in the world could I play oboe, huh?
Really.
So no cocaine for this girl. No sirree.
Oh come on… all the cool oboists are doing it!
Are these one-armed oboists, then? 😉
But okay, since you say it’s cool, Cooper, I think i’ll go for it.
Or not.