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Old pilot
He was a ragged looking old man who shuffled into the bar that afternoon.
Ragged, fat old geezer, walked like he had no feeling left in his peripheral
neuropathy diabetic legs. His arthritic 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," Ken said.
The bartender 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 fighter pilot in the U.S. Marine Corps." was the answer. Now real
unsure, the bartender 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. 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 bartender 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 a long 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 street 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 Rotors 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
willy is hanging out?"
"Know it?" the pilot replied, "Hell, I wrote it!"
Ragged, fat old geezer, walked like he had no feeling left in his peripheral
neuropathy diabetic legs. His arthritic 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," Ken said.
The bartender 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 fighter pilot in the U.S. Marine Corps." was the answer. Now real
unsure, the bartender 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. 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 bartender 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 a long 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 street 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 Rotors 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
willy is hanging out?"
"Know it?" the pilot replied, "Hell, I wrote it!"