Love Drums In Spurts

by thoughtsonthedead

“How many drums are we taking on this tour, Mickey?”

“How many drums are there?”

“In the warehouse?”

“No. In existence.”

“A lot.”

“That many.”

“Gotcha, boss.”



“Also bring anything even remotely drum-like.”

“Drum-like, gotcha.”

“And then fashion some objects that had not been drums, into drums.”

“Fashion, check.”

“And polish my crotch-horns.”

“Crotch. On it.”