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'Well there's my jazz number 'Do you want me to split your r*ngpiece', or there's the epic 'I don't care if you're older my dear, you've still got nice jugs'".
'Look' says the manager interrupting, 'I think you're a superb pianist but the title of your songs are a little racy. I will hire you on the condition that you do not introduce your songs or speak to the audience.'
'F*ck it' says the pianist 'Why not'.
On his first night everything is going superbly the crowd is lapping up his repertoire and his silence is being received as modesty.
The only thing putting off the pianist is that in the front row there is a gorgeous blonde in a black evening dress with a split up the side revealing the tops of her stockings, and a plunging neckline which boasts a proud and inviting cleavage.
During the interval the pianist has got such a stonking hard on that he decides to go to the bog and knock one out. Just as he has shot his muck he hears himself being re-introduced over the tannoy, so he rushes back to the stage and finishes his act.
After the show he is at the bar relaxing when the blonde approaches him.
'Hi' she says.
'Hello' he winces, struggling to hold in the expletives.
She leans over and whispers in his ear, 'Do you know your c*ck is hanging out of your trousers, and sp*nk is dribbling onto your shoes?"
'Know it?' says the pianist putting his beer on the bar confidently,
'I f*cking wrote it!!!'