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Location: Innsbrook, Missouri
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OLD FIGHTER PILOT>
> > He was a ragged looking old man who shuffled into the bar that > 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 bar-keep wasn't > too sure about > this doubtful looking old guy, but it had been awhile since > he had a player > and business was falling off. > > "What do you do?" he asked. > > "I used to be a F-4 fighter pilot in Vietnam," was the > answer. > > Now, really unsure, the bar-keep decided to give him a try; > he really needed > more business. > > "The piano is over there, give it a go." > > The old man staggered his way over to the piano and 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 the bar before. > > When he finished, there wasn't a dry eye in the place. The ba > rtender > brought the old guy a beer and said that he sounded really, > really good. "What do > you call that?" he asked. > > "It's called "Drop Your Panties, Baby, We're Gonna Rock > Tonight," said the > old pilot as he took along pull from the beer. > > "I got another," and he began to play again. What followed > was a > knee-slappin', hand-clappin' bit of ragtime that had the > place jumping. People were > coming in from the streets to hear this guy play. > > After he finished, the pilot acknowledged the applause and > told the crowd > that the song was called "Big Boobs Make My Afterburner > Dance." > > He then excused himself as he lurched 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 noticed > that the old fighter > pilot's fly was undone and his member was hanging out. > > He said, "The job is yours, but first I got to ask, do you > know your fly is > open and your dick is hanging out?" > > "Know it? hell, I wrote it!" the pilot replied. > |
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