A drummer has a falling out with his band and decides to go it alone. Taking himself straight to the nearest music shop, he has a quick look round and tells the clerk, 'I'll take that red saxophone and that silver accordion.'
The clerk looks at him for a moment and says, 'you're a drummer, aren't you?'
'Why, yes I am! However did you know?'
'Put it this way,' replies the clerk. 'I can sell you the fire extinguisher, but the radiator stays here.'
Boru
The clerk looks at him for a moment and says, 'you're a drummer, aren't you?'
'Why, yes I am! However did you know?'
'Put it this way,' replies the clerk. 'I can sell you the fire extinguisher, but the radiator stays here.'
Boru
‘But it does me no injury for my neighbour to say there are twenty gods or no gods. It neither picks my pocket nor breaks my leg.’ - Thomas Jefferson