You Know You're In Marching Band When...

You know you in marching band when you find a way to keep your trombone slide from being freezing cold.

You know you're in marching band when you've been yelled at for wearing white socks.

You know you are marching band when you can get changed in under a minute and have the uniform hung in aboutl another thirty seconds.

You know you're in marching band when your modesty left you long ago...

oh yeah espically when you are one of the guys,
you know you are in marching band when you have no problem changing with a guy only about inches away from you while you both change, and you both call no homo.

You know you're in marching band when you've changed on the stage in the auditorium with the curtains open.

You know you are in marching band when the girls say to put your hands in your dickie the guys start going for their pants.

You know you're in marching band when you've said, "Your dickie's sticking out" ...to a girl.

You know you are in marching band when you harass the uniform mom's son about your uniform and then are redirected to the uniform mom

OMG that's you!!!

You know you're in marching band when you refer to yourself as a band hippie

Edit: You know you're in marching band when someone calls you a dumb slut and.... you don't care.

really I think that means that you aren't going to admit you are a dumb slut.. doesn't mean you are in band


You know you are in band when 90 percent of your comments involve sex in some manner.

See all of the sex stuff has traveled outside of band class. That didn't come out right... or it did.

That's just us, yo.

Just about everything is us in band, cause that is just how we are.

This little sex posse of ours...

Yes.. yes it is

And this is forwarded to the "You know you're on of us when..." game on the forum games.

You know you're in marching band when you search through catalogs laughing at fuzzy hats.

You know you are in marching band when you don't want the uniform to change cause you want to wear the same one all four years.

You know you're in marching band when you wonder what will happen to the old uniforms. Can we keep them? Can we put them in a pile and make a big fire?

You know you are in marching band when you can correct the director and not get in trouble for it.