Because you just never know when you're going to need a tamborine Leave a reply It’s just sitting in the dining room, next to the salt and pepper shakers. You know, just in case we need to break into song.
Just about every time I’ve been s.e.r.i.o.u.s.l.y. drunk, I’ve wished that I had a tambourine for some reason. It just seems like the perfect thing to have. But only once have I ever managed to actually get my hands on one. I’m sure that I was extremely obnoxious. Hehehe.