Hands Down The Best Breed Of Dog
hands down the best breed of dog
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Virgil: If you’re anxious and you know it, clap your hands.
Virgil: *clap clap*
Virgil: If you’re tired and you know it, clap your hands.
Virgil: *clap clap*
Virgil: If you’re stressy and depressy and your life is kinda messy, if you’re dying and you know it clap your hands.
Virgil: *clap clap*
*running footsteps are heard before the door is blasted off its hinges*
Patton: NOT MY SON
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bi culture by The Bi Squad
aviators
leather jackets
denim jackets
striped t-shirts
cuffed jeans
combat boots
rubber band bracelets
flannels
tucking flowers behind your ear
cherries and mangoes
trying to look gay enough that people of the same gender will notice you, but not so gay that people of the opposite gender won’t
blanket capes
being both a wine mom and a vodka aunt
doctor who
bagels (or bi-gels)
piercings & tattoos
birds
wearing mismatched socks whilst also hating socks
french tucks
DC’s Robin
using to many exclamation points, repeating the last letter of wordssss, and using to many commas,,,,,
actually just having terrible grammar is bi culture
yoda
keysmashing
overalls/dungarees
Color guard piece for my final animation assignment this semester
So I found a six foot pole, and upon realizing that it was only a little shorter than both @amazingphil and @danisnotonfire I decided to travel around the house with it to see what hardships would come with that height. Dan, Phil, I have to say you would not fare well with my house (I mean no bed jumping?)
Me in the booth when I’m anxious to start the show but there’s nothing to do.
It can never be undone
What’s done, is done
Practice and Perform
Practice like you’ve never won. Perform like you’ve never lost.
Who You Should Fight: Marching Band Edition
piccolo
who wins: them
don’t do it. don’t fight the piccolo player. just don’t.
flute
who wins: them
they were told you were challenging them for first chair. run while you still can.
clarinet
who wins: them
threaten you with their register key. forfeit for the sake of all.
saxophone
who wins: them
you are promptly deemed a “nerd” and stuffed in a band locker by the entire section even though you only wanted to fight one of them.
low reeds
who wins: no one
you yell increasingly bad sexual innuendos at each other across the band room for twenty minutes until you both get tired and go home.
mellophone
who wins: them
punches you in the face repeatedly on the offbeats of a sousa march playing in the background.
trumpet
who wins: you and then them
you win the fight easily while they’re giving their villainous monologue. entire trumpet section later jumps you in a dark hallway for disgracing one of their own.
trombone
who wins: no one
they get distracted halfway through the fight and wander off.
low brass
who wins: them
you mock them by making farting noises with your lips. they punch you in the stomach with their abnormally strong arms. you can’t breath properly for days.
pit percussion
who wins: you
pretend like you can’t tell the vibes, marimba, and xylophone apart. wait until they’re blind with rage, then run them over with the closest wheeled pit equipment.
drumline
who wins: them
show up to the fight with a shank fashioned out of a broken drum stick. proceed to kick ass.
drum major
who wins: them
calls you to attention (you can’t disobey!) and then waits until you faint from exhaustion.
color guard
who wins: them
have you ever watched one of these fuckers on the field? you’re screwed.
band director
who wins: them
just when you think you’ve won, they get up smiling and say “one more time!”
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