The old piano player.

The old piano player.
Jan 12, 2009 01:50
DODGER Points: Join Date: Jul 15, 2007 Status: offline	There was a ragged old man who shuffled into a waterfront bar that afternoon. Stinking of whisky and cigarettes, his hands shook as he took the "Piano Player wanted" sign from the window and handed it o the bartender. "I'd like to apply for the job," he said The Landlord wasn't too sure about this doubtful looking old bloke but it had been quite a while 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 Royal Marines band officer, but since I retired I've done nothing but drink, chase the ladies and play the piano." Now really unsure, the Landlord decided to give him a try...he really needed more business "The piano is over there....give it a go and we will see how well you play." 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 heard in the bar before. When he finished there wasn't a dry eye in the place. The Landlord took the old sailor a beer and told him he really, really sounded good. "What do you call that song" he asked the old man "It's called, 'Drop Your Skivvies, Baby, We're Gon'na Rock Tonight', said the old Marine, after he took a long pull from the beer. The crowd winced along with the Landlord, but the piano player went on. "I've got another,"...and he began to play again. What followed was a knee-slapping, hand-clapping, bit of ragtime that had the place jumping. People were coming in from the street to hear this guy play. After he finished, the ex Marine acknowledged the applause and told the crowd the song was called, "Big Boobs Make My anchor Chain Run Out." He then excused himself as he lurched off to the head. After thinking a bit the Landlord decided to hire the old bloke, no matter how bad he looked or what his songs were called. When the bloke came out of the head, the Landlord went over to tell him he had the job. But then he noticed the old man's fly was undone and his anchor was hanging out. He said, "Look sir, the job is yours, but first I gotta ask, do you know your fly is open and your pecker is hanging out?" "Know it?" the old officer replied, "Hell, I wrote it!" Dodger.

Jan 12, 2009 01:50

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There was a ragged old man who shuffled into a waterfront bar that afternoon. Stinking of whisky and cigarettes, his hands shook as he took the "Piano Player wanted" sign from the window and handed it o the bartender.
"I'd like to apply for the job," he said
The Landlord wasn't too sure about this doubtful looking old bloke but it had been quite a while 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 Royal Marines band officer, but since I retired I've done nothing but drink, chase the ladies and play the piano."
Now really unsure, the Landlord decided to give him a try...he really needed more business "The piano is over there....give it a go and we will see how well you play."
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 heard in the bar before. When he finished there wasn't a dry eye in the place.
The Landlord took the old sailor a beer and told him he really, really sounded good. "What do you call that song" he asked the old man
"It's called, 'Drop Your Skivvies, Baby, We're Gon'na Rock Tonight', said the old Marine, after he took a long pull from the beer.
The crowd winced along with the Landlord, but the piano player went on. "I've got another,"...and he began to play again. What followed was a knee-slapping, hand-clapping, bit of ragtime that had the place jumping. People were coming in from the street to hear this guy play. After he finished, the ex Marine acknowledged the applause and told the crowd the song was called, "Big Boobs Make My anchor Chain Run Out."
He then excused himself as he lurched off to the head.
After thinking a bit the Landlord decided to hire the old bloke, no matter how bad he looked or what his songs were called. When the bloke came out of the head, the Landlord went over to tell him he had the job. But then he noticed the old man's fly was undone and his anchor was hanging out. He said, "Look sir, the job is yours, but first I gotta ask, do you know your fly is open and your pecker is hanging out?"

"Know it?" the old officer replied, "Hell, I wrote it!"
Dodger.

Jan 12, 2009 10:39	#1
WESTNORWOODGAS Points: Join Date: Jun 22, 2007 Status: Offline	Anchors away Dodger, he he Are you going to play then when we meet up in London? he he Alan

Jan 12, 2009 16:52	#2
DODGER Points: Join Date: Jul 15, 2007 Status: Offline	Alan, my playing days are long gone Mate, but if someone is shouting....? Dodger.

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