Not only do I talk to my Gretschen, she's occupied my girlfriend's side of the bed! The latter sleeps on the drum rug, as the Meinls aren't comfortable with sharing the couch.
You win! That was awesome! LOLNot only do I talk to my Gretschen, she's occupied my girlfriend's side of the bed! The latter sleeps on the drum rug, as the Meinls aren't comfortable with sharing the couch.
I'm all over that one. I'd have to take the red pill to find out what that's all about, but I don't think I have the stomach or self-esteem to handle it, so a freshly tapped barley pop will have to do.Of course, I also whisper sweet nothings into the "ear" of a freshly tapped hoppy beer, so perhaps my problem goes deeper.
Aw c'mon, Steve, this is family forum! I honestly have no idea what you're talking about.Ok,as I predicted.this thread is now in full free fall and any direction it takes,is likley to result in a deletion.We are approaching full on creepy mode.Step away from the drums,drop the sticks on the ground and let me see your hands.
Of course, I also whisper sweet nothings into the "ear" of a freshly tapped hoppy beer, so perhaps my problem goes deeper.
It's just one of those comfortable relationships where we don't need to say much to each other.
Um... no.
But if I had Gvd's round badge Gretsch set, I might answer differently.