LITTLE DRUMMER GIRL

IT WAS 6AM, AND IT WAS SPECTACULAR. ALL MAMA WANTED WAS AN EGG FOR BREAKFAST. FRITH WAS SCREAMING, HAD BEEN FOR HOURS, AND WAS COMPLETELY UNINTERESTED IN THE INTELLITAINER (!). I REMEMBERED THAT HER PAPA ONCE TOLD ME THAT HE USED TO PLAY DRUMS ON TUPPERWARE BETWEEN HIS GRANDMOTHER'S FEET WHILE SHE WORKED IN THE KITCHEN. I FIGURED WHAT THE HELL, IT MIGHT WORK.

BOY, DID IT.