Somebody sent this to me...
And NO, I did NOT write it myself. And NO it's not an attempt to be funny. I found it mildly amusing in a very corny sort of way and due to lack of anything else to post on here, I'm posting it.
C, E-flat and G go into a bar. The bartender says: "Sorry, but we
don't serve minors." So the E-flat leaves, and the C and the G have an open
fifth between them. After a few drinks, the fifth is diminished and the G
is out flat. An F comes in and tries to augment the situation, but is not
sharp enough.
D comes into the bar and heads straight for the bathroom saying,
"Excuse me. I'll just be a second." Then an A comes into the bar, but the
bartender is not convinced that this relative of C is not a minor. Then the
bartender notices a B-flat hiding at the end of the bar and exclaims, "Get out
now. You're the seventh minor I've found in this bar tonight."
The E-flat, not easily deflated, comes back to the bar the next night
in a 3-piece suit with nicely shined shoes. The bartender (who used to
have a nice corporate job until his company downsized) says, "You're looking
sharp tonight, come on in! This could be a major development." This proves
to be the case, as the E-flat takes off the suit, and everything else, and
stands there au natural.
Eventually, the C sobers up, and realizes in horror that he's under a
rest. The C is brought to trial, is found guilty of contributing to the
diminution of a minor, and is sentenced to 10 years of DS without Coda at an
upscale correctional facility. On appeal, however, the C is found innocent of
any wrongdoing, even accidental, and that all accusations to the contrary
are bassless.
The bartender decides, however, that since he's only had tenor so
patrons, with the sopranout in the bathroom, and everything has become
altomuch treble, he needs a rest, and closes the bar.
C, E-flat and G go into a bar. The bartender says: "Sorry, but we
don't serve minors." So the E-flat leaves, and the C and the G have an open
fifth between them. After a few drinks, the fifth is diminished and the G
is out flat. An F comes in and tries to augment the situation, but is not
sharp enough.
D comes into the bar and heads straight for the bathroom saying,
"Excuse me. I'll just be a second." Then an A comes into the bar, but the
bartender is not convinced that this relative of C is not a minor. Then the
bartender notices a B-flat hiding at the end of the bar and exclaims, "Get out
now. You're the seventh minor I've found in this bar tonight."
The E-flat, not easily deflated, comes back to the bar the next night
in a 3-piece suit with nicely shined shoes. The bartender (who used to
have a nice corporate job until his company downsized) says, "You're looking
sharp tonight, come on in! This could be a major development." This proves
to be the case, as the E-flat takes off the suit, and everything else, and
stands there au natural.
Eventually, the C sobers up, and realizes in horror that he's under a
rest. The C is brought to trial, is found guilty of contributing to the
diminution of a minor, and is sentenced to 10 years of DS without Coda at an
upscale correctional facility. On appeal, however, the C is found innocent of
any wrongdoing, even accidental, and that all accusations to the contrary
are bassless.
The bartender decides, however, that since he's only had tenor so
patrons, with the sopranout in the bathroom, and everything has become
altomuch treble, he needs a rest, and closes the bar.