The Organist.

[Jemisa]

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.

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 about the problem, and told her to mash up some green
persimmons and rub them over her breasts, which should cause them to shrink
in size. She 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 a while. **

*The voluptuous organist reluctantly agreed to try it.

The following Sunday morning the minister walked up to the pulpit and made
an announcement:

"Dew to thircumsthanthis bewond my contwol, we will not hab a thermon
tewday"

(from my American friend.

[Jemisa]

(A favourite trick played upon an unsuspecting city person is to get him to eat a not-quite-ripe persimmon, whereupon his lips, gums and tongue pucker up until he cannot spit or talk. This astringent quality, due to tannin, disappears in the fully ripened fruit)

jem

[Bobbisox]

brilliant Jem x

[sidneythefirst]

:)))) good one