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Huck Finn, a most perceptive gentleman from the midwest, sent this one about a church organist...

There was a small church down in Texas that had a very well-endowed organist. Her breasts were so huge that they constantly 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.

So, one of the ladies approached the organist very discreetly and told her to mash up some green persimmons and rub them all over her breasts and maybe they would shrink in size. They did warn her to not eat any of the green persimmons, though, "...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 pastor got up in the pulpit and said: "Dew to thircumsthanthis bewond my contwol, We will not hath a thermon tewday."
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