My buddy Tim sent this to me and I found it amusing. Hope the rest
of you enjoy it too.

Jim

Early one day, a C, an E-flat, and a 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.

Later, a 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 soprano out in the bathroom, and everything has
become alto much treble, he needs a rest, and closes the bar.

Jim Hady
East Tennessee




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