Horn shop.

How lyrical of you.

A friend stopped by this morning to tell me about what happened at his church this Sunday:

"They didn't have no organ player, they had a piccolo player. Everybody in church just cussin' and carryin' on. After the sermon, they preach for 'bout an hour, the preacher says, 'We goin' to turn to hymn 42.' Piccolo player says, 'I can't play that.' Preacher says how about 32, piccolo player says, I can't play that one neither. 106? I can't play that either Mr. Preacher."

"That's alright, we know you're on parole. Then someone jumped up and said, 'Piccolo player is a motherfucker!' The preacher jumped up and said, 'That's enough of that shit! None of that shit goes on in my church! Now whoever called my piccolo player a motherfucker raise his hand.

So the preacher says, 'The man sittin' next to the man who called my piccolo player a motherfucker, raise his hand.' No one moved. He then said for the man sitting next to the man sitting next to the man who called my piccolo player a motherfucker, raise his hand.' No answer. Preacher says, 'The man sittin' next to the man sittin' next to the man, sitting next to the man, sittin' next to the man who called my piccolo player a motherfucker, blink an eye.' No one blinked. Finally, the preacher says, 'I wanna know who is the man sittin' next to the man sittin' next to the man, sitting next to the man, sittin' next to the man sittin' next to the main, sitting next to the GODDAMN man who called my piccolo player a motherfucker, iswhatiwannaknow!' No one said a word.

Finally, one man stood up and said, 'Preacher, don't shoot. I ain't the man sittin' next to the man who called your piccolo player a motherfucker. I ain't even the man sitting next to the man sitting next to the man who called your piccolo player a motherfucker. I ain't the man sittin' next to the man sittin' next to the man, sitting next to the man, sittin' next to the man who called your piccolo player a motherfucker. I'm not even the man sittin' next to the man sittin' next to the man, sitting next to the man, sittin' next to the man sittin' next to the man, sitting next to the GODDAMN man who called your piccolo player a motherfucker. Whatiwannaknowis who is the man who called that motherfucker a piccolo player!?!"
 
A friend stopped by this morning to tell me about what happened at his church this Sunday:

"They didn't have no organ player, they had a piccolo player. Everybody in church just cussin' and carryin' on. After the sermon, they preach for 'bout an hour, the preacher says, 'We goin' to turn to hymn 42.' Piccolo player says, 'I can't play that.' Preacher says how about 32, piccolo player says, I can't play that one neither. 106? I can't play that either Mr. Preacher."

"That's alright, we know you're on parole. Then someone jumped up and said, 'Piccolo player is a motherfucker!' The preacher jumped up and said, 'That's enough of that shit! None of that shit goes on in my church! Now whoever called my piccolo player a motherfucker raise his hand.

So the preacher says, 'The man sittin' next to the man who called my piccolo player a motherfucker, raise his hand.' No one moved. He then said for the man sitting next to the man sitting next to the man who called my piccolo player a motherfucker, raise his hand.' No answer. Preacher says, 'The man sittin' next to the man sittin' next to the man, sitting next to the man, sittin' next to the man who called my piccolo player a motherfucker, blink an eye.' No one blinked. Finally, the preacher says, 'I wanna know who is the man sittin' next to the man sittin' next to the man, sitting next to the man, sittin' next to the man sittin' next to the main, sitting next to the GODDAMN man who called my piccolo player a motherfucker, iswhatiwannaknow!' No one said a word.

Finally, one man stood up and said, 'Preacher, don't shoot. I ain't the man sittin' next to the man who called your piccolo player a motherfucker. I ain't even the man sitting next to the man sitting next to the man who called your piccolo player a motherfucker. I ain't the man sittin' next to the man sittin' next to the man, sitting next to the man, sittin' next to the man who called your piccolo player a motherfucker. I'm not even the man sittin' next to the man sittin' next to the man, sitting next to the man, sittin' next to the man sittin' next to the man, sitting next to the GODDAMN man who called your piccolo player a motherfucker. Whatiwannaknowis who is the man who called that motherfucker a piccolo player!?!"
So you hate piccolos, too.
 
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