I play butt bongo on your mother's dumper and hear you me, it is quite the membranophone -- each and every meatstick slap produces a high-pitched, vibratory, and resonant tone that is liable to make even a seasoned Jazz drummer jealous. I'm thinking of taking her on tour with my band, The Losers. Her presence will mark the performances as high level, avante garde social commentary as I slap away upon that epic posterior.