From All-Star Comics #34:
Now, I am the first to say that I am no great musician. When I was a kid, I wanted to play drums in marching band, but my stupid parents made me play my sister's hand-me-down clarinet instead (because a penchant for playing drums naturally translates into a knack for woodwind instruments). Their rationale was that I would either (a) take to playing the clarinet, in which case I would continue to play the clarinet or (b) I would quit. The important thing was, Adam would never annoy his parents by playing the drums. Which sucks, because had I played an instrument I enjoyed, band is a decent social network in your high school and college days.
But oh, how my life would have changed if I'd had my mitts on a Gahoon. Sure, I would have shredded the reed and made sounds like wildcats mating every time I tried to play a note (as was my experience with the clarinet), but I'm pretty sure I would have been the best Gahoon player in the band. Of course, I would have been the only Gahoon player in the band, but how cool would that have been? I mean, who knew what a Gahoon was actually supposed to sound like? I coulda been the freakin' Buddy Rich of Gahoons, I coulda!
I tried to research the Gahoon on the Google, but came up surprisingly empty. Anyone know where I can get my mitts on a Gahoon?
Gahoon. Gahoon, Gahoon, Gahoon.
The bitches get all up in your junk for a Baby Ruth. Play on!
From Daredevil v1 #237:
She moves like she wears perfume? What the heck does that mean? And she smells like she does her own taxes, keeping good records and attaching all appropriate documentation! I mean, what's the correlation here?
I know this isn't from the Frank Miller era, but am I asking too much here?
Some days, you just need to see Batman and Robin in a food fight:
Yeah! Thanks World's Finest v1 #5!
See you Monday!