Ribbons? C'mon, I'm not in 4H!
Boxes? I think outside them.
Cones? What am I, a dunce?
Stats? Show that 4 out of 5 listeners get suckered into smooth jazz.
Planars? I already go to the dentist too often as it is.
Di-poles? I'm crazy enough for one person, let alone two!
Mr. T, I pity the fool who can't see that I'm horny. And none of that new fangled, jelly-molded, siliconized, brick-hard headlights & bumpers. Nope, not for me. I like 'em savage as the jungle, au natural, pure vintage and backed up into a corner. 1978 Klipschorns. Yeah, baby!!!