Last night, some of my students asked me if I was the "dirty guy" when I was improvising. I told them that I could go dirty easily, but it wasn't always warranted.
It's like this. When you come to my house, I get to act the way I want to. Because you're in my house.
And yes, it's true that my penis is beautiful and monstrous.
But when I'm in your house, I wear pants out of respect, and I wait for the invitation to wave my cock around.
That's how I feel about improvising, too. When you're playing at somebody else's venue, be respectful. When you're at home, that's when you can take your pants off and shart on the couch.
You're welcome.
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