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Bass or sex?

There stood the young women, hovering near the stage after the set was over, all looking swell. When I came off the stand, they all gathered round, to praise my playing.

"Dude, you don't just play that bass. You look like you're in love with it or something. You're all over it."

"Well, ladies, yes, I guess you're right. I am all over it. And now if you'll excuse me, I have to walk away from this moment. Some cat named Pablo that I've never met has made me take an oath of celibacy".

ROFLMAO
 
If you were forced to choose between either never being able to play bass again or never have sex again, which would you choose?

If you choose bass, no sex ever again for you. If you choose sex, you can never play bass again.

What choice would you make in this ridiculous hypothetical?

Isn't playing bass the same as sex? Or is it just w#*king off? If it is the later, does that count as sex? Inquiring minds want to know....:hmm:
 
What, exactly, is the difference between Bass and Sex?

Well, I have two scenarios...

One: when is the last time you were on stage, playing a good show, and while in that euphoric moment of gelling with your bandmates, you took a look at the crowd and noticed a few ladies in the crowd swaying, with their eyes closed, and just the right dynamic moment in the music hit them, and they opened their eyes suddenly and possibly lit a cigarette?

Two: When was the last time you were in bed with a woman and she pulled out your John Hancock, and noted the Maple neck with the Rosewood fretboard, with nice low-but-not-too-low action and the flatwound strings?
 
Well, I have two scenarios...

One: when is the last time you were on stage, playing a good show, and while in that euphoric moment of gelling with your bandmates, you took a look at the crowd and noticed a few ladies in the crowd swaying, with their eyes closed, and just the right dynamic moment in the music hit them, and they opened their eyes suddenly and possibly lit a cigarette?

Two: When was the last time you were in bed with a woman and she pulled out your John Hancock, and noted the Maple neck with the Rosewood fretboard, with nice low-but-not-too-low action and the flatwound strings?
Quite a few times on both accounts actually.