I know I have to practice the recorder, but it's shaped like something perverted, making me imagine a dick. It feels like I'm sucking on a dick or something... But I need to perfect the practice piece by tomorrow's class, yet I can't concentrate! The more I try to start practicing, the more perverted thoughts creep in... I don't have time for these perverted thoughts, what am I doing? My rationality tries to stop me, but ultimately, I give in to my instincts. What a hopeless me...
