ideologyhunter
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A night club emcee auditions a piano player to play mood music for the cocktail crowd. The new guy plays a sophisiticated piece full of glissandos and the emcee is bowled over. He says, "Leonard, where did you find that tune?"
Leonard says, "I wrote it, that's where. It's called Whip Me While I Straddle Lunch."
The emcee is puzzled, but he listens to another piece, this one a zippy, catchy number full of Latin rhythms. He says, "That's wonderful! Did you write that one?"
Leonard says, "Sure did. It's called Take All Nine Inches Up Your Twat, You Hog-Fed Farm Ho."
The emcee says, "You're hired, as long as you never tell the customers the names of your tunes."
A week later, Leonard is a fixture at the club, and the customers love his music. In the middle of one of his sets, he takes a short comfort break. As he gets back to the piano, the emcee runs up and whispers, "Leonard, do you know your cock is out and everyone's looking at it?"
Leonard says, "Know it? I fucking wrote it!"
Leonard says, "I wrote it, that's where. It's called Whip Me While I Straddle Lunch."
The emcee is puzzled, but he listens to another piece, this one a zippy, catchy number full of Latin rhythms. He says, "That's wonderful! Did you write that one?"
Leonard says, "Sure did. It's called Take All Nine Inches Up Your Twat, You Hog-Fed Farm Ho."
The emcee says, "You're hired, as long as you never tell the customers the names of your tunes."
A week later, Leonard is a fixture at the club, and the customers love his music. In the middle of one of his sets, he takes a short comfort break. As he gets back to the piano, the emcee runs up and whispers, "Leonard, do you know your cock is out and everyone's looking at it?"
Leonard says, "Know it? I fucking wrote it!"