C, E-flat and G go into a bar… August 31, 2009Posted by Erin Ptah in Personal.
Tags: Comedy, music, traveling, wheaton
You can see the floor of my room again!
Cleaning spree is finished (for the moment, anyway). Of course, it also doesn’t hurt that I’m driving a carload of stuff up to university today.
One more year to go. I suppose I should be saying something inspirational about how this is going to be the best year ever, but really, I’m kind of ready to be done. So have a slightly-over-my-head joke instead.
C, E-flat and G go into a bar. The bartender says, “sorry, but we don’t serve minors.” So E-flat leaves, and C and G have an open fifth between them. After a few drinks, the fifth is diminished and G is out flat. F comes in and tries to augment the situation, but is not sharp enough.
D comes in and heads for the bathroom saying, “Excuse me. I’ll just be a second.” Then A comes in, but the bartender is not convinced that this relative of C is not a minor. Then the bartender notices B-flat hiding at the end of the bar and says, “Get out! You’re the seventh minor I’ve found in this bar tonight.”
E-Flat comes back the next night in a three-piece suit with nicely shined shoes. The bartender says, “you’re looking sharp tonight. Come on in, this could be a major development.” Sure enough, E-flat soon takes off his suit and everything else, and is au natural.
Eventually C sobers up and realizes in horror that he’s under a rest. C is brought to trial, found guilty of contributing to the diminution of a minor, and is sentenced to 10 years of D.S. without Coda at an upscale correctional facility.