Topic: Pun Fun

Saw this on failblog.org - it was a reprint of something that appeared on facebook. Thought it was well done :-)

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 it
not sharp enough.

A D comes into the bar and heads straight to 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 explaims, "Get
out now! You're the seventh minor I've found in the bar tonight!"

The E-flat comes back to the bar in a 3-piece suit with nicely shined
shoes. The bardenter 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 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 that since he's only had tenor so partons, with the
soprano out in the bathroom, and everything becoming alto much treble,
he needs a rest, and closes the bar.

Re: Pun Fun

Fabulous!  You had to know I would like this.

MuchLove of Theory
Funky Doc

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3 (edited by ahsmith33 2012-04-05 10:39:45)

Re: Pun Fun

fun read Stu, thanks for posting. In fact I had to read it twice to pickup on all the double entendres. Whoever wrote that has way too much time on their hands, but well written nonetheless.

Tres

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