i love to play bongos, they are some of my favorite percussion instruments. Sometimes i sit and smoke weed and just listen to some sweet bongo tunes, and watch some awesome dudes playing their bongos and am entertained for hours upon hours. Bongos have a sweet sound that make my ears happy.
Bongos what kind of word is that? Really? BONGOS? Reminds me of breasts. Is that just me? Maybe it’s me. It’s all in our heads. Our little thinkers. Our noodles. ZE BRAIN. It’s up in there. Some peeps are different.
I once had a bongo it was an amazing thing. I named my bongo Jimmy Shoe. He was grand. A wonderful bongo. Best I have ever had in my life. None have beaten Jimmy Shoe. He was amazing and I love Jimmy Shoe.
Bongos are pretty damn awesome. There’s always two of them or more. You never see just a single ‘bongo’. It’s like they’re born as twins, become best friends and remain that way for the rest of their lives. Hell, some of them are even conjoined which makes the whole process a lot more difficult.
I think bongos are peaceful, but rhythmic.
bongos. certainly conjurs an air of the foreign, the mysterious, the exotic. maybe something like orientalism, preying on the ignorance of an audience to produce such a feeling of mystery. it matters who the audience is in this case, because all the bongo players in the room are not impressed.
Bongos.
Really, Oneword.com?
Okay, sorry.
Uhhh… Bongos go…
bumdedumdebumdedumdedum
Right?
Shoot. You guys need some words. How about “Word? That’s a word.”
Wasn’t there a celebrity that was caught playing bongos while naked, or am I crazy? The one that was in that movie with Penelope Cruz. That’s all I know about bongos, really. Actually, I think I recall someone playing bongos at my former church, but I doubt they were really any good. I think there might have been bongos in my band class. Actually, yes, there was!
i like to listen to the bongos.
i’m in a high school band, and when the percussion gets to play the bongos i’m always very thrilled.
whenever i get the chance, i make up little rhythms on the bongos.
bongos what are those? can you find them in congo? or can you grow them with monggo? bom bom bom dance to the beat but i can’t dance or i can but i won’t so don’t tell me i’m too cool
The gorilla beat on the bongos frantically as the crowd in front of him listened intently. This was his first night back since the incident, and he wanted his performance to be good, great, even. He wanted them to know he wasn’t messing around–he was still the best damn bongo player in all the city and no one could take that title away from him.
Bongos. What to say about them? I don’t know. But I do know that no one cares that Obama likes pie, I hate bad weather, and I’m tired of fighting. I’m tired of feeling like everyone is out to get me and I wish I had some money. Things would be easier. I could be married. I could feed my family. Ugh. Stupid bongos. Who cares. Who cares? I don’t.
Boobs, are the epitomy of the driving force of the hippie movement in Nebraska. The lying of the tiger is hardly to be considered dense. Don’t stop believing in the rhythm of the street. You are a protective cellophane wrap.
bongos. that reminds me of in meet the parents when the old man doing yoga says “BINGO, BANGO, BONGO!” he is doing sexual poses. it’s not really yoga. well, the time is running out. that makes me anxious. bye.
The choir rang in the cathedral with screams of joy. The glowing Jesus Christ, mounted on a cross at the center of the church, seducing our eyes to the image, leaped off the wall and jumped into our ears.
I hate bongos. I mean, honestly they don’t even make music. They’re some weird cross between a drum and an instrument of torture. As, Raiden played around with David’s bongos, I felt like KILLING him.
I have some green bongos. They are upstairs with the drums and electric keyboard. I have never actually played them. Kinda heavy to move around when I’m cleaning. Ha! Why do we even
donkey kong is gorilla, not a donkey. you silly japaneses. i know you wanted something to convey stubborness, but come on. it’s contradictory. really. ape. not donkey.
bongos are my greatest friends. they comfort me when im sad or lonely with their soothing melodies, all i can think about when i hear them is peace and happiness. basically i just like 2 beat the fuck out of them and pretend its some one im pissed at. hell yea bongos!!!
my bongos make me who i am
you can stare
say i put them on display
maybe i do
maybe if you see them
before you see my intelligence,
you’ll like me more.
though my sister says i should get surgery
and remove them
i like my bongos.
=)
bongos reminds me of pongo. i always did like the 101 dalmations…i havent seen it in years. i should go watch it. it was really cute. i wonder if dogs can play bongos? or piano…now id love to see that. maybe if i found a dog i could teach him but he’d have to be a dalmation, though.
She sat in the dim room, following the sound of the bongos. If only she weren’t alone at this club. It was too late for her to care anymore. She would call him. Soon. Except she couldn’t. The sound of the bongos drew her in.
ah, bongos. I really like the drums. They have a lot of life in them, and add to the music. I do have to say, though. i’m not a big fan of the name. it sounds like some sort of exotic ape or monkey relative- maybe the missing link in society. “Me bongo” “want banana” i can see it, can you?
Bongos just sound ridiculous. Like a a small toddlers plaything, not a serious instrument. “Why, yes, I’m a professional bongo player.” I promise, you will never hear those words come out of someone’s mouth.
Bongos are great. Actually, I don’t even know what they are… I think they’re a type of instrument. Are they Spanish? They sound Spanish. I might be completely off track though. Bongos. What does it mean? Why is it called that? It’s a funny word and because it’s funny, I think bongos are great.
i love to play bongos, they are some of my favorite percussion instruments. Sometimes i sit and smoke weed and just listen to some sweet bongo tunes, and watch some awesome dudes playing their bongos and am entertained for hours upon hours. Bongos have a sweet sound that make my ears happy.
Bongos what kind of word is that? Really? BONGOS? Reminds me of breasts. Is that just me? Maybe it’s me. It’s all in our heads. Our little thinkers. Our noodles. ZE BRAIN. It’s up in there. Some peeps are different.
I once had a bongo it was an amazing thing. I named my bongo Jimmy Shoe. He was grand. A wonderful bongo. Best I have ever had in my life. None have beaten Jimmy Shoe. He was amazing and I love Jimmy Shoe.
I remember the sound of the bongos.
T’were a good night.
Lots of friends and good company,
a bit to much to drink:
badabum ta ta ta dum dum,
as the hips sway to the beat.
Bongos are pretty damn awesome. There’s always two of them or more. You never see just a single ‘bongo’. It’s like they’re born as twins, become best friends and remain that way for the rest of their lives. Hell, some of them are even conjoined which makes the whole process a lot more difficult.
I think bongos are peaceful, but rhythmic.
drums music love monkeys palm trees weed waterfalls,
bongos. certainly conjurs an air of the foreign, the mysterious, the exotic. maybe something like orientalism, preying on the ignorance of an audience to produce such a feeling of mystery. it matters who the audience is in this case, because all the bongo players in the room are not impressed.
Bongos.
Really, Oneword.com?
Okay, sorry.
Uhhh… Bongos go…
bumdedumdebumdedumdedum
Right?
Shoot. You guys need some words. How about “Word? That’s a word.”
Wasn’t there a celebrity that was caught playing bongos while naked, or am I crazy? The one that was in that movie with Penelope Cruz. That’s all I know about bongos, really. Actually, I think I recall someone playing bongos at my former church, but I doubt they were really any good. I think there might have been bongos in my band class. Actually, yes, there was!
i like to listen to the bongos.
i’m in a high school band, and when the percussion gets to play the bongos i’m always very thrilled.
whenever i get the chance, i make up little rhythms on the bongos.
what kind of word is bongos, anyway?
bongos what are those? can you find them in congo? or can you grow them with monggo? bom bom bom dance to the beat but i can’t dance or i can but i won’t so don’t tell me i’m too cool
for freaks sake…how about another word!
matt mcconaughy plays them naked. Like Penelop Cruz’s. I think it’s a lovely beach scene, with tequila and monkeys stealing umbrellas. and seaweed.
The gorilla beat on the bongos frantically as the crowd in front of him listened intently. This was his first night back since the incident, and he wanted his performance to be good, great, even. He wanted them to know he wasn’t messing around–he was still the best damn bongo player in all the city and no one could take that title away from him.
Bongos. What to say about them? I don’t know. But I do know that no one cares that Obama likes pie, I hate bad weather, and I’m tired of fighting. I’m tired of feeling like everyone is out to get me and I wish I had some money. Things would be easier. I could be married. I could feed my family. Ugh. Stupid bongos. Who cares. Who cares? I don’t.
Boobs, are the epitomy of the driving force of the hippie movement in Nebraska. The lying of the tiger is hardly to be considered dense. Don’t stop believing in the rhythm of the street. You are a protective cellophane wrap.
bongos. that reminds me of in meet the parents when the old man doing yoga says “BINGO, BANGO, BONGO!” he is doing sexual poses. it’s not really yoga. well, the time is running out. that makes me anxious. bye.
The choir rang in the cathedral with screams of joy. The glowing Jesus Christ, mounted on a cross at the center of the church, seducing our eyes to the image, leaped off the wall and jumped into our ears.
I love lucy is a great place to meet the bongos. Lucy you got some splainin to do! I love Lucy rocks.
I hate bongos. I mean, honestly they don’t even make music. They’re some weird cross between a drum and an instrument of torture. As, Raiden played around with David’s bongos, I felt like KILLING him.
I have some green bongos. They are upstairs with the drums and electric keyboard. I have never actually played them. Kinda heavy to move around when I’m cleaning. Ha! Why do we even
She sat listening to him ramble on. Having heard enough she reached into her purse for her earphones and put them on. He didn’t notice.
She hit play and the first song started, it had Bongos in it.
Hi. I guess I should say something very philisophical or smart, but I don’t think that I can.
The idea of this is wonderful, by the way. Thank you.
donkey kong is gorilla, not a donkey. you silly japaneses. i know you wanted something to convey stubborness, but come on. it’s contradictory. really. ape. not donkey.
bongos are my greatest friends. they comfort me when im sad or lonely with their soothing melodies, all i can think about when i hear them is peace and happiness. basically i just like 2 beat the fuck out of them and pretend its some one im pissed at. hell yea bongos!!!
my bongos make me who i am
you can stare
say i put them on display
maybe i do
maybe if you see them
before you see my intelligence,
you’ll like me more.
though my sister says i should get surgery
and remove them
i like my bongos.
=)
bongos reminds me of pongo. i always did like the 101 dalmations…i havent seen it in years. i should go watch it. it was really cute. i wonder if dogs can play bongos? or piano…now id love to see that. maybe if i found a dog i could teach him but he’d have to be a dalmation, though.
Epic sound
I don’t even know what bongos is (are?). So yeah I have no idea what to write about bongos.
What does it mean anyway?
I feel like a retard.
Bongos. Pongos.
(?)
She sat in the dim room, following the sound of the bongos. If only she weren’t alone at this club. It was too late for her to care anymore. She would call him. Soon. Except she couldn’t. The sound of the bongos drew her in.
My friend had a band in which he played the bongos. The other instruments were an electric violin, an electric ukulele, and a harmonica.
Needless to say, it was pretty winner.
ah, bongos. I really like the drums. They have a lot of life in them, and add to the music. I do have to say, though. i’m not a big fan of the name. it sounds like some sort of exotic ape or monkey relative- maybe the missing link in society. “Me bongo” “want banana” i can see it, can you?
Bongos and bongs. On the beach. Thump, thump, toke. Thump, thump, toke. Ahhh, ultimate relaxation. Let’s go to Jamaica.
Bongos just sound ridiculous. Like a a small toddlers plaything, not a serious instrument. “Why, yes, I’m a professional bongo player.” I promise, you will never hear those words come out of someone’s mouth.
Bongos are great. Actually, I don’t even know what they are… I think they’re a type of instrument. Are they Spanish? They sound Spanish. I might be completely off track though. Bongos. What does it mean? Why is it called that? It’s a funny word and because it’s funny, I think bongos are great.
As he practiced his bongos, his little son started to jump to the beat of his fathers tapping.
Dont forget about me
I love to play with you…It’s my favorite pass time..
Bongos are fun to play aloud. Sometimes when I think of bongos, I hear a beat in my head, it screams
Jungle Kings
I don’t think there are such things
As jungle kings…
What about bongos at the beach?
Do bongo players sit cross legged at the shore line
…
If i played the bongo
Boom boom bop
I would sit atop
A roof so high and play into the light
of day.
Boom boom bop
Boom boom bop
Jungle kings.
tito puente