Sunday, October 16, 2005

Eighteen Drums and a Silver Wheel

Friends, this weekend Latigo Flint invented a brand new musical instrument. But really it's so much more than that--Eighteen Drums and a Silver Wheel is also a way of life. It's a mantra, a totem, and performance art that runs the risk of an involuntary manslaughter charge. And we know what a turn-on that is for jaded Art Majors.

The concept is pretty simple. Basically you attach eighteen snare drums to a giant silver wheel and then roll it down a hill. You stand at the top, gyrating your hips and doing triumphant things with your arms as the drum wheel rumbles down, clanking its epic fury across the rooftops of a sleeping city.

Then you pick the jaded Art Major that most appeals to you and make love to her 'til Thursday.

You have no idea how happy and proud Latigo Flint is to have invented Eighteen Drums and a Silver Wheel. In the end it was a toss-up, and Latigo Flint almost decided to invent Eighteen Wheels and a Silver Drum--which consists of strapping a tiny silver drum to your chest and stepping in front of a speeding truck.

Which would have been an equally powerful musical instrument/way of life, and probably also a big hit with the jaded Art Majors. But with the big difference being that you don't get to sleep with them after the performance, what with you being a road stain and all.

No, I'm glad I opted for the former.

Eighteen drums and a silver wheel. My passion begat triumph, which begat passion again. And really, when the sun goes down and Monday morning is in the chamber, I think you'll find you can't ask for too much more from a weekend. Peace hombres!


At 11:30 PM, Blogger Wulfenjarl said...

I think you should invent 18 jaded Art Majors and an anachronistic gunslinger.

... endless possibilites ...

At 1:26 AM, Blogger Peter said...

Sure sounds like a winner,(no pun intended) and any story with a bit of begatin' in it is a winner.

At 6:33 AM, Blogger Ithiel said...

What if you roll your eighteen drumm'd silver wheel down the hill on a Thursday? Are said jaded Art Majors yours until next thursday? Or are they off the hook automatically?

At 10:45 AM, Blogger Blog ho said...

jaded Art Majors smoke too much.

At 3:44 PM, Blogger OldHorsetailSnake said...

Well, THAT explains my lack of a love life. I always roll my Silver Wheel With 18 Drums down the hill on Thursday just before midnight. I should have known there would be a Catch 23.

At 8:38 PM, Blogger Ari said...

Congrats on the jovial jousting into jadedness, Latty. :)

At 10:59 PM, Blogger Latigo Flint said...

Endless possibilities to be sure Wulf--most of them debaucherous and morally void. (How many Art Majors' numbers do you have?)

Thank you kindly Peter. Just a bit of course, but it was enough I reckon.

I didn't think that far ahead Ithiel. Frankly, I always expect to be dead by Thursday--have for years now.

But dern it Ho, they just look so grumpy and adorable when they do.

Catch 23s are vicious Old Hoss, no doubt about it.

Ari--it was, in a word, jubilant.

At 10:59 AM, Blogger Lightning Bug's Butt said...

Yep, jaded art majors put out. That's about all the good I can say about them.


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