Bounced and jiggled
There was a church that had a very big-busted organist. Her breasts were so huge
that they bounced and jiggled while she played. 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.
One of the ladies approached her very discreetly and told her to mash up some
green persimmons, (if you eat them they make you pucker, because they are so
sour) and rub them on your breasts and maybe they would shrink in size. She
agreed to try it.
The following Sunday morning the minister got up on the pulpit and said:
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"Dew to thircumsthanthis bewond my contwol we will not hath a thermon tewday."
