There was a small church in Texas that had a very big-busted
organist.
Her breasts were so huge that they inadvertently bounced and jiggled
the entire time she played the organ.
Unfortunately, she distracted most of the congregation considerably,
both male and female.
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, very discreetly, and told her
to mash up some green persimmons and rub
them on the nipples of her breasts and maybe they would shrink in size.
She warned her to not eat 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 week!'
The perky organist agreed to try rubbing the persimmons on her
nipples.
The following Sunday morning the minister got up in the pulpit and
said....
"Dew to thircumsthanthis bewond my contwol, we will not haff a
thermon tewday."
Best regards,
Duke (sweet & sour) Jupiter