The Church Organist
The very proper church ladies were appalled. They said something had to be done about this or they would have to get another organist. One of the ladies approached her very discreetly and told her to mash up some green persimmons and rub them on her breasts and maybe they would shrink in size but warned her to not eat any of the green persimmons though because they are so sour, they will make your mouth pucker up and you won't be able to talk properly for a while.
The big-busted organist agreed to try the cure.
The following Sunday morning the minister got up on the pulpit and said. "Dew to hircumsthanthis bewond my contwol we will not hath a thermon tewday". comments powered by Disqus