There was this small church that had a very big-busted organist.
Her breasts were so huge that they bounced and jiggled while she played the
organ. Unfortunately, she distracted the congregation considerably. The very
proper church ladies were appalled. They said something had to be done about
this or they would have to get another organist.
So, one of the ladies approached her very discreetly and told her to mash up
some greengages, rub them on her nipples and maybe her breasts would
shrink in size. They warned her to not eat any of the greengages, 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'.
She agreed to try it.
The following Sunday morning the minister got up in the
pulpit and said...
'Dew to thircumsthanthis bewond my contwol, we will not hath a thermon
EricT
