Out with a french horn

Margaret, a blonde, went out on a date with a trumpet player, and when she came back her roommate, Donna, asked, "Well, how was it? Did his embouchure make him a great kisser?" "No" the blonde replied. "That dry, tight, tiny little pucker; it was no fun at all." The next night Margaret went out with a tuba player, and when she came back Donna asked, "Well, how was his kissing?" "Ugh!" Margaret exclaimed. "Those huge, rubbery, blubbery, slobbering slabs of meat; oh, it was just gross!" The next night she went out with a French horn player
and when she came back her roommate asked, "Well, how was his kissing?" "Well," the blonde replied, "his kissing was just good; but I loved the way he held me!"