A small village church had a very attractive big-busted organist; Linda, whose breasts were so large that they bounced and jiggled while she played the organ.
Unfortunately; she distracted the congregation considerably, appalling very proper church ladies, who said that something had to be done about this or they would get another organist.
One of the ladies approached Linda very discreetly about the problem; telling her to mash up some green persimmons and rub them on her nipples and over her breasts, causing them to shrink in size, but warned her not to taste any of the green persimmons because they are sour and make your mouth pucker up and you can’t talk properly for a while afterwards.
The voluptuous organist reluctantly agreed to try it.
The following Sunday morning, the minister walked up to the pulpit and said:
“Dew to thircumsthanthis bewond my contwol, we will not hab a thermon tewday.”
Thanks to Richard in Englefield Green for this gem.
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