There was a church that had a very big-busted organist. Her breasts were so huge that they bounced and jiggled while she played.
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.
One of the ladies approached her very discreetly and told her to mash up some green persimmons ... (if you eat them they make you pucker, because they are so sour) ... and rub them on her breasts and maybe they would shrink in size. She agreed to try it.
The following Sunday morning the minister got up on the pulpit and said, "Dew to thircumsthanthis bewond my contwol we will not hath a thermon tewday.
