They are gods of the marching band, but are told they have no talent (fucking flutes all they do is stand with a goddamn sliver drumstick). The drumline also is found saying words such as yeet, its a yes for me, get'm skeeter, bruhv, hell yeah brother, WATER BREAK!, and whats a flute. They call the instructor, dad and the drum captain, daddy. They give each other nicknames such as, Del Taco, skinny penis, daddy, Tyrone, Black thunder, Slim Thicc, Shit Stack, and Annoying bastard.
A mythical, and magical place where one goes after an entire day (week, month, lifetime) of drinking.
"Yeah, Ill be in Minneapolis this weekend, and you can be sure Ill be taking the bullet train to Drunkingham."
Or
"When I arrived at the party I was in Oakland, but when I left I was in Drunkingham."
Though the mayorship of the fine berg is, and has been occupied by a single individual for many years, theres many other positions within the government that need to be filled on a rotating basis.
The section of the band that is always misunderstood. They DO know how to read music (yeah drummers in the band also play mallet instruments in concerts, what a concept) and have the most challenging music, but band is NOT their life. They have to master playing 50+ different insturments, which is why most people find it so fun. Band directors usually blame the drumline for their problems.