q:how many drummers does it take to change a light blub?
a:Oh we have machines for that now.
q:how many drummers does it take to change a light blub?
a:just one, as long as the roadie gets the ladder, sets it up, and puts the blub in the socket.
An anthropologist decides to investigate the natives of a far flung tropical island. As he wades ashore from his boat, he hears many drums pounding in the distance. The drumming continues for many hours, the same patterns repeating over and over. His curiosity overcoming his fear, the anthropologist goes looking to see if he can find a native to explain what the drums mean. He soon encounters a chief and starts to ask him, "What are those drums...?" The chief interrupts him, and just shakes his head sayin, "Bad, very bad." The anthropologist pleads for more, but the chief is silent, and disappears back into the jungle.
The next day the drums are still going. The anthropologist again goes to find the chief and asks, "Those drums! Those incessant drums! What do they mean?"
Again the chief just shakes his head sadly and says, "Bad! Very, very, bad!" and will say no more.
After three days the drums are still going, and if anything, getting louder and more intense. The anthropologist is getting desperate. He runs to the village and accosts the chief. "Chief! Please! You must tell me! What do the drums mean?!"
At that very moment, the drums suddenly stop. Theres a deathly silence.
The chief turning pale cries "Ohhhhh noooo, even worse! Now comes the bass solo!!"
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a:Oh we have machines for that now.
q:how many drummers does it take to change a light blub?
a:just one, as long as the roadie gets the ladder, sets it up, and puts the blub in the socket.
An anthropologist decides to investigate the natives of a far flung tropical island. As he wades ashore from his boat, he hears many drums pounding in the distance. The drumming continues for many hours, the same patterns repeating over and over. His curiosity overcoming his fear, the anthropologist goes looking to see if he can find a native to explain what the drums mean. He soon encounters a chief and starts to ask him, "What are those drums...?" The chief interrupts him, and just shakes his head sayin, "Bad, very bad." The anthropologist pleads for more, but the chief is silent, and disappears back into the jungle.
The next day the drums are still going. The anthropologist again goes to find the chief and asks, "Those drums! Those incessant drums! What do they mean?"
Again the chief just shakes his head sadly and says, "Bad! Very, very, bad!" and will say no more.
After three days the drums are still going, and if anything, getting louder and more intense. The anthropologist is getting desperate. He runs to the village and accosts the chief. "Chief! Please! You must tell me! What do the drums mean?!"
At that very moment, the drums suddenly stop. Theres a deathly silence.
The chief turning pale cries "Ohhhhh noooo, even worse! Now comes the bass solo!!"
zing!