I talked him into something really fun to do for the rest of our lives.
Recordabar psalmorum meorum in nocte cum corde meo loquebar et scobebam spiritum meum...
Thursday, June 21, 2012
Sunday, June 10, 2012
Ha ha ha.
C, E-flat, and G walk into
a bar. The bartender says, "Sorry, but we don't serve
minors."So E-flat
leaves, and C and G have an open fifth between them. After a few drinks, the
fifth is diminished, and G is out flat.
F walks over and tries to augment the situation, but is not sharp enough. D comes in, and heads for the bathroom, saying, "Excuse me; I'll just be a second." Then A comes in, but the bartender is not convinced that this relative of C is not a minor. Then the bartender notices B-flat hiding at the end of the bar and says, "Get out! You're the seventh minor I've found in this bar tonight." E-flat comes back the next night in a three-piece suit with nicely shined shoes. The bartender says, "You're looking sharp tonight. Come on in, this could be a major development."
Sure
enough, E-flat soon takes off his suit and everything else, and is au
natural. Eventually C sobers up and realizes in horror that he's under a
rest. C is brought to trial, found guilty of contributing to the diminution of a
minor, and is sentenced to 10 years of D.S. without Coda at an upscale
correctional facility. "
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