No one cries when you cut up a viola.
"Hey, who was that violist I saw you with last night?"
"That was no violist -- that was my fife!"
(OK, some things don't translate well)
One who can get it into the dumpster without hitting the sides.
Ok, Ok, don't flame me. I know that this is a modified oboe joke.
Garde la Foi, mes amis! Nous nous sommes les sauveurs de la République! Maintenant et Toujours!
(Keep the Faith, my friends! We are the saviors of the Republic! Now and Forever!)
LonePalm, le Républicain du verre cassé (The Broken Glass Republican)