Is That a Harmonica in Your Pants Or Are You Just Glad to See Me?
The other day I was talking to my husband when I noticed something strange going on. He was holding himself and dancing around like a child who had to go to the bathroom. “What’s wrong with you?” I asked.
“Nothing. Why?” he said looking suspicious.
“What’s up with your pants?”
“I’m warming up my harmonica,” he said. He reached down his pants and pulled the harmonica out.
Horrified, I asked, “Was that just down your pants or was it down your underwear too.”
“I have to have it next to my skin so it’ll be warm enough. That way it plays better.” He started playing it as he wondered into the next room.
I just hope he doesn’t start doing that on gigs. What will people think?
