A backwoods church in Georgia had a new and very big-busted organist. Her breasts were so huge that they bounced and jiggled while she played, which distracted the congregation considerably.

The church ladies were appalled. One of the ladies approached the organist very discreetly, suggesting that if she mashed up some green persimmons and rubbed them on her breasts, they might shrink. But she warned her not to eat any of the green persimmons because they are devilishly sour.

The organist agreed to try. The following Sunday morning the minister took to the pulpit and said:

"Dew to thircumsthanthis beyond my contwol, we will not have a thermon tewday."