A small church had a very attractive, big-busted organist, Linda, and her breasts were so large that they 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 Linda very discreetly about the problem, and told her to mash up some green astringent persimmons and rub them over her breasts, which should cause them to shrink in size, but warned her not to taste any of the green persimmons, because they are so sour they will make her mouth pucker up, and she wouldn't be able to talk properly for a while.


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.

I like it.

Persimmon on the Mount?

That is hilarious!