A small church had a very attractive big-busted organist named Karen.
Her breasts were so large that they bounced and jiggled while she played the organ.
Unfortunately, this 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.
So one of the ladies approached Karen very discreetly about the problem, and told her to mash up some green astringent persimmons and rub them on her nipples and over her breasts, which should cause them to shrink in size.
But she warned Karen not to taste any of the green persimmons because they are so sour they would make her mouth pucker up, and she wouldn’t be able to talk properly for a while.
The voluptuous organist reluctantly agreed to try it.
The following Sunday morning the priest climbed into the pulpit and said,
“Dew to thircumsthanthis bewond my contwol, we will not hab a thermon tewday”