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Skriven 2004-12-18 03:32:58 av Greg Sears (1:153/307)
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Ärende: The old Pianer player
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THE OLD 'PIANER' PLAYER

You don't have to be a blackshoe Navy chief to appreciate this - BUT IT
HELPS!!!!!!!

He was a raggedy looking old fellow when he shuffled into the waterfront
bar that late one afternoon. Stinking of whiskey and cigarettes, his
hands shook as he took the "Piano Player Wanted" sign from the window
and gave it to the bartender.

"I'd like to apply for the job," he said. The barkeep, the owner of the
place, wasn't too sure about this decrepit looking old guy, but it had
been awhile since he had a piano player and business was falling off.

"What do you do?" he asked.

"I'm retired," was the answer.. "As a matter of fact, I'm a retired Navy
Chief, but since I retired I've done nothing but drink, chase broads and
play the piano".  Now, quite unsure that this guy could hack it, the
barkeep decided to give him a try anyway.. He really needed something to
draw more customers in.

"The piano's over there, give it a go."

The old guy lurched over to the piano -- several patrons snickered. But,
by the time he was into the third bar of music, every voice was
silenced. What followed was a rhapsody of sound and music unlike anyone
had ever heard in that bar before. When he finished, there wasn't a dry
eye in the place.

The bartender brought the old chief a beer and told him that he played
really, really good. "What do you call that?" he asked.

"That was 'Drop Your Skivvies, Baby, We're Gonna Rock Tonight,'" said
the old salt as he took a long pull from the mug. The crowd winced along
with the bartender but the piano player went on. "I got another," as he
began to play again.

What followed was a knee-slappin,' hand-clappin' bit of ragtime that had
the place jumping. People were now coming in from the streets to hear
this guy tickle the ivories. After he finished, the Chief acknowledged
the applause and told the crowd that the song was called, "Big Boobs
Make My Anchor Chain Run Out."

He then excused himself and hustled off to the men's room. After
thinking a bit, the bartender decided to hire the guy, no matter how bad
he looked or what his songs were called. When the guy came out of the
men's room, the bartender went over to tell him he had the job, but then
noticed that the old fellow's fly was undone and his penis was hanging
out. He said, "Look Chief, the job is yours but first I gotta ask, do
you know your fly is undone and your dick is hanging out?"

"Know it?" the old Chief replied, "Hell, I wrote it!



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