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Posted 2007-07-22, 06:02 PM
in reply to Demosthenes's post starting "There once was a man from nantucket..."
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Guy walks into a bar and sets an octopus on the counter.
Bartender says, "Hey buddy, you can't just put that octopus on the counter!"
Guy says, "But my man, this is a musical octopus. In fact, I bet anyone in the bar a round of drinks that my octopus can play any instrument you give it."
A guitar player in the band says, "Hell, I'll take that bet," and hands the guy his guitar.
The octopus takes the guitar, tunes it up, and starts playing the most kickass guitar solo anyone in the bar has ever heard. The guitar player, clearly amazed, buys a round of drinks for everyone in celebration of the musical octopus.
Then the band's piano player steps up. "Not bad, but how is he at tickling the ivories?"
The guy sets his octopus down at the piano and it starts playing Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata. The rendition is so stirring that half the bar begins to weep. The piano player wipes a tear from his eye and pays for a round of drinks.
Finally, the bartender says to the guy, "I've got an instrument that I guarentee your octopus can't play. In fact, forget the drinks, let's bet cash. Five-hundered bucks."
The guy strokes his chin and says, "Well, that's a lot of money, but I have the highest faith in my octopus, so you're on!"
The bartender reaches back behind the bar and pulls out a set of bagpipes, which the guy hands to his octopus. The octopus cocks its head and looks at the bagpipes, then smells them, then holds them above its head and starts shaking them violently.
The guy leans down to the octopus and whispers, "What are you doing? Can't you play it?"
To which the octopus replies, "Play it? If I can figure out how to get its pajamas off, I'm gonna fuck it!"


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