There was a church that had a very big-busted organist. 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. 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 and rub them on her breasts and maybe they would shrink in
size, but warned her not to eat any because they are so sour they will make
your mouth pucker up and you won't be able to talk properly for a while.
She agreed to try it.
The following Sunday morning the preacher got up on the pulpit and said,
'Dew to thircumsthanthis b'wond my contwol, we will not haf a thermon
t'day.'
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