My all-girl punk band (Secondhand Thong) had rehearsal tonight.  I usually stand next to our guitar player, and we- well, a lot of our songs are kind of the same- three chords, similar structure, 4/4 time, loud, fast, you know.  Kind of similar.  And she and I share a certain…forgetfulness…sometimes (sotto voce: “uh…how does this one start again?”)  But tonight the drummer kind of got fed up with our solidarity.  And she got pissed off.  I said to the guitar chick,

“I’m absorbing your forgets!”

 

Maybe drummers lack a sense of humor.

 

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