A small church had a
very attractive big busted organist, and her
breasts were so large that they bounced and jiggled while she played
the organ. Unfortunately, she distracted the congregation
considerably. The very proper church ladies were appalled.
breasts were so large 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 about
the problem, and told her to mash up some green persimmons and rub
them on her nipples and over her breasts, which should cause them to
shrink in size, but warned her not to taste any of the green
persimmons, because they are so sour they will make your mouth pucker
up, and you won't be able to talk properly for awhile.
organist. So, one of the ladies approached her very discreetly about
the problem, and told her to mash up some green persimmons and rub
them on her nipples and over her breasts, which should cause them to
shrink in size, but warned her not to taste any of the green
persimmons, because they are so sour they will make your mouth pucker
up, and you won't be able to talk properly for awhile.
The voluptuous
organist reluctantly agreed to try it. The following Sunday morning
the minister walked up to the pulpit and said...
the minister walked up to the pulpit and said...
“Dew to
thircumsthanthis bewond my contwol, we will not hab a thermon
tewday”
Next week sermon, the very proper church ladies will be sleeping in.
ReplyDelete...as long as the alter boys show no symptoms...
ReplyDeleteSupi, I'll bet you're right.
ReplyDeleteRace, you've been reading too many democrat's diaries.
ReplyDeleteSo THAT is what happened to my mouth?
ReplyDeleteBwahahahahahahahaha. I love it.
ReplyDeleteHave a fabulous day. ☺
Ll, sorry I should of posted this earlier.
ReplyDeleteOdie, you would have saved me from an embarrassing moment...
ReplyDeleteShe's who's wife?
ReplyDeleteHahahaha!
ReplyDeleteOdie, do you know the church joke about the piccolo player? **wink**
I'm so grateful that Mrs. AOW has never tried to shrink her boobs! Especially by using green persimmons!
ReplyDeleteSo that's why possums can't preach and just grin at you!
ReplyDeleteWHERE'S THE PICTURE?!
ReplyDeleteSandee, glad I could help.
ReplyDeleteLL, you embarrassed?
ReplyDeleteEdutcher, I'm not sure. I'll I know is she plays a mean organ.
ReplyDeleteAOW, no I don't, but I'll look forward to reading it at Mr's blog.
ReplyDeleteMr, watch out .... it'll make you talk funny.
ReplyDeleteRon, have you been feedin them critters green persimmons again?
ReplyDeleteOdie,
ReplyDeleteAt Mr. AOW's blog? Well, okay. I'll help him queue it up. Lots of asterisks and symbols will be required. ;)
Marine, You're right, but I was so busy getting ready for the long weekend show it slipped my mind. I won't let it happen again. You should of told me you had a thing for preachers though.
ReplyDeleteAOW, I was going to say your blog, but I thought this might be right up his alley.
ReplyDeleteBefore she had to leave for work today, Mrs. AOW helped me post "The Piccolo Player" at my blog! Rated R!
ReplyDeleteOdie -- Preachers? What preachers? Just like books, I only look at the pictures.
ReplyDeleteBut whose is it?
ReplyDeleteMr. and I went there right after you posted it. I recommend it to everyone.
ReplyDeleteMarine, more pictures coming up.
ReplyDeleteEdutcher, maybe the boy who would be king.
ReplyDelete