The Working Guy Living With Musician Roommates
wakes up at 3 in the morning.
The Working Guy: Hey guys, can you cut it out? I’ve got work in the morning and you’re having a powwow out here.
Roommate’s Hippy Friend: Hey man, we’re just tryin to have some positive beats, you know?
WG: You’re banging a drum outside my door, and I don’t even have a door, just this stupid piece of cloth.
Roommate #4: Oh, sorry. Maybe we can take it to mezzo forte.
WG: Maybe you can take it to the kitchen.
Roommate #3: But would you like some wine?
WG: Well, ok, if you insist.
Hippy: Duuude.
