There was this guy walking down the road when he noticed a night club
ahead. He went in, went up to the bar and asked for a drink. The bar owner,
who was tending bar, said, "I've never seen you in her before."
The guy says, "Yes, I'm not from around here. I'm just passing through on my
way to find a job."
The owner asks, "What do you do?"
The guy says, "I write music and play the piano."
The owner, looking excited says, "REALLY! I have an ad in the paper looking
for someone to play my piano. Please sit down at the keyboard and play for me
if you're interested."
The guy does and as he plays the piano the owner is in awe of his talent
and musical abilities. The owner says, "You play the piano more beautifully
than anyone I have ever heard! What is the name of that song?"
The guy says, "I wrote that song and the name is Two Lesbians ****ing Their
Brains Out."
The owner gasps and is taken back. He says, "My gosh, that's a terrible name
for such a beautiful song. Do you know any others?"
The guy smiles and plays again. Once more the owner is astounded by this
guy's talent and musical abilities. He's almost afraid to ask but he does
ask what the name of the song he just played.
The guy answers, "I ****ed Her All Night Until She Couldn't Take Anymore."
The owner again was shocked. The owner says, "Ok, you play beautifully and
the songs you have written are incrediable. I will hire you, but you have
to promise not to tell the name of your songs to the patrons." The guy
agrees.
That night the guy was playing the piano and the crowd was just as amazed
as the owner was with this man's musical abilities. After playing two
songs the crowd stood up and applauded. The guy was really pleased and
stood up to take a bow. When he stood up and faced the audience, it was
apparent that his zipper was open and his dick and balls were hanging out.
One of the patrons close to the piano says, "Sir, do you know your dick and
balls are hanging out?"
The guy smiles and says, "KNOW IT, I WROTE IT!"
:lol: :lol: :lol:There was this guy walking down the road when he noticed a night club
ahead. He went in, went up to the bar and asked for a drink. The bar owner,
who was tending bar, said, "I've never seen you in her before."
The guy says, "Yes, I'm not from around here. I'm just passing through on my
way to find a job."
The owner asks, "What do you do?"
The guy says, "I write music and play the piano."
The owner, looking excited says, "REALLY! I have an ad in the paper looking
for someone to play my piano. Please sit down at the keyboard and play for me
if you're interested."
The guy does and as he plays the piano the owner is in awe of his talent
and musical abilities. The owner says, "You play the piano more beautifully
than anyone I have ever heard! What is the name of that song?"
The guy says, "I wrote that song and the name is Two Lesbians ****ing Their
Brains Out."
The owner gasps and is taken back. He says, "My gosh, that's a terrible name
for such a beautiful song. Do you know any others?"
The guy smiles and plays again. Once more the owner is astounded by this
guy's talent and musical abilities. He's almost afraid to ask but he does
ask what the name of the song he just played.
The guy answers, "I ****ed Her All Night Until She Couldn't Take Anymore."
The owner again was shocked. The owner says, "Ok, you play beautifully and
the songs you have written are incrediable. I will hire you, but you have
to promise not to tell the name of your songs to the patrons." The guy
agrees.
That night the guy was playing the piano and the crowd was just as amazed
as the owner was with this man's musical abilities. After playing two
songs the crowd stood up and applauded. The guy was really pleased and
stood up to take a bow. When he stood up and faced the audience, it was
apparent that his zipper was open and his dick and balls were hanging out.
One of the patrons close to the piano says, "Sir, do you know your dick and
balls are hanging out?"
The guy smiles and says, "Know it? I WROTE IT!"
A Harvard freshman, newly arrived, is looking for the library. He stops an upperclassman and says, "Pardon me, can you tell me where the library is at?"
The upperclassman sneers at him. "At Harvard, we do not end our sentences with a preposition."
The freshman considers this and rephrases his question. "Can you tell me where the library is at, jackass?"
Why is six afraid of seven?
Cause 789.
ZING!