instruments as things my friends said in buttfuck nowhere
me and 23 of my close friends went on a massive holiday in this giant house on our own, turns out spending so much time with each other (and 2am conversations) (and alcohol) made us all even weirder than usual
piccolo: when you’re trying to sleep, sheep have two settings: loud, and really fucking loud
flute: get yourself a girlfriend to be your alphabet slave
clarinet: i rawed halloumi - *sees me going to write* no, please don’t tell the world that i rawed halloumi
bass clarinet: don’t be my rice bitch
bassoon: it was so dark i could feel my pupils being like fuck FUCK DILATE
contrabassoon: like baby jesus, it’s buttery and mild
oboe: she’s scary in a good way. scary in that i’d want her as a partner in the hunger games
cor anglais: you just got left on ‘read’ by a sheep
alto sax: his hair isn’t a man bun it’s a tinky winky stick
tenor sax: i was stroked by a rich and tasty cheese
bari sax: i’m not even going to try and contradict you, i would fuck a marshmallow
trumpet: look for the wikihow article on how to be welsh, then you can tick one off really low down on the rice purity test, what with all those sheep around
cornet: it’s like a breadstick, but only made of whatever tampons are made of
french horn: a real alpha male keeps his cereal
trombone: my biggest worry as a prostitute would be that people would hand me out of date money
euphonium: do we need to buy gluten free milk?
baritone horn: natural selection is coming for you if you cannot devour an entire load
tuba: the worst that would happen is the circle of death expands
violin 1: her arse slapped a rock so hard
violin 2: at what point does a sad shag become a cheer up shag
viola: oh no… there’s olive juices on my sausage
cello: i’m not manspreading! i’m doing ninja warrior!
double bass: that is why my ankle is thicc, cholera and chlamydia
percussion: this ham is only 77% ham and 33% lies
piano: you think better on your feet, that’s why you think on your feet; that’s why i can’t think very well because i’m always sat down!
colour guard: you actually sound like a gay andalucian
conductor: the sound of my sweet voice is music















