Tuesday, July 14, 2009

A little thing we call the Masturbatorium.


Son of Sully: "Which hallway do you turn down for the showers?"

Kid Dood Guy: "The one across from the Masturbatorium."

Son of Sully: "There's a Masturbatorium?!"

Kid Dood Guy: "Yeah, Kid. We're almost there. It's up here to the right."

Son of Sully: "Sweet."

..approach a closed staff bathroom door..

Kid Dood Guy knocks on the door.. a voice bellows..

Tammy Brown: "TRYIN' TO JACK OFF!!!!!!!"


If you're not hip to the idea of Masturbatorium, then you're missing out. Chances are that you've actually used one and not called it by its proper label. A Masturbatorium is any secluded room of a housing site that is unlocked for no apparent reason other than masturbating. Personally, I think the cosmos can detect high tension build up in the staff and aligns the stars to unlock this very special and most appreciated bonuses of a drum corps tour. I love you, Masturbatorium, for turning tour from a semi-retarded nightmare to a small pondering of what I'm really doing with my life.

Son of Sully

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