12 Inch Pianist
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A man walks into a bar with a paper bag. He sits down and places the bag on the counter. The barman walks up and asks what's in the bag. The man reaches into the bag and pulls out a little man about one foot high and sets him on the counter. He reaches back into the bag and pulls out a small piano, setting it on the counter as well. He reaches into the bag once again and pulls out a tiny piano stool, which he places in front of the piano. The little man sits down at the piano and starts playing a beautiful piece by Mozart! The barman says "What is that?" And the guy says. "It's twelve inch pianist. His name's Frank." That barman says "I don't get it. What's the story?" And the guy leans over to the twelve inch pianist and says "Frank, why don't you tell the barman about the time you called the leprechaun a c**t?" Gotcha! :-D
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A man walks into a bar with a paper bag. He sits down and places the bag on the counter. The barman walks up and asks what's in the bag. The man reaches into the bag and pulls out a little man about one foot high and sets him on the counter. He reaches back into the bag and pulls out a small piano, setting it on the counter as well. He reaches into the bag once again and pulls out a tiny piano stool, which he places in front of the piano. The little man sits down at the piano and starts playing a beautiful piece by Mozart! The barman says "What is that?" And the guy says. "It's twelve inch pianist. His name's Frank." That barman says "I don't get it. What's the story?" And the guy leans over to the twelve inch pianist and says "Frank, why don't you tell the barman about the time you called the leprechaun a c**t?" Gotcha! :-D
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A man walks into a bar with a paper bag. He sits down and places the bag on the counter. The barman walks up and asks what's in the bag. The man reaches into the bag and pulls out a little man about one foot high and sets him on the counter. He reaches back into the bag and pulls out a small piano, setting it on the counter as well. He reaches into the bag once again and pulls out a tiny piano stool, which he places in front of the piano. The little man sits down at the piano and starts playing a beautiful piece by Mozart! The barman says "What is that?" And the guy says. "It's twelve inch pianist. His name's Frank." That barman says "I don't get it. What's the story?" And the guy leans over to the twelve inch pianist and says "Frank, why don't you tell the barman about the time you called the leprechaun a c**t?" Gotcha! :-D
I don't get it... again.
".45 ACP - because shooting twice is just silly" - JSOP, 2010
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You can never have too much ammo - unless you're swimming, or on fire. - JSOP, 2010
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"Why don't you tie a kerosene-soaked rag around your ankles so the ants won't climb up and eat your candy ass." - Dale Earnhardt, 1997 -
I don't get it... again.
".45 ACP - because shooting twice is just silly" - JSOP, 2010
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You can never have too much ammo - unless you're swimming, or on fire. - JSOP, 2010
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"Why don't you tie a kerosene-soaked rag around your ankles so the ants won't climb up and eat your candy ass." - Dale Earnhardt, 1997 -
I tried to get it. I read it half a dozen times, and still nothing...
".45 ACP - because shooting twice is just silly" - JSOP, 2010
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You can never have too much ammo - unless you're swimming, or on fire. - JSOP, 2010
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"Why don't you tie a kerosene-soaked rag around your ankles so the ants won't climb up and eat your candy ass." - Dale Earnhardt, 1997 -
I tried to get it. I read it half a dozen times, and still nothing...
".45 ACP - because shooting twice is just silly" - JSOP, 2010
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You can never have too much ammo - unless you're swimming, or on fire. - JSOP, 2010
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"Why don't you tie a kerosene-soaked rag around your ankles so the ants won't climb up and eat your candy ass." - Dale Earnhardt, 1997 -
I tried to get it. I read it half a dozen times, and still nothing...
".45 ACP - because shooting twice is just silly" - JSOP, 2010
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You can never have too much ammo - unless you're swimming, or on fire. - JSOP, 2010
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"Why don't you tie a kerosene-soaked rag around your ankles so the ants won't climb up and eat your candy ass." - Dale Earnhardt, 1997It helps to have heard the original joke but it still ain't that funny though. Here's a short and crappy version I wouldn't normally post out of respect for the CP crowd. A guy walks into a bar, pulls out a tiny piano and stool, and a tiny little man. The tiny man sits down, and starts to play the piano. A Man across the room notices. Hey, what's that? A twelve-inch pianist. You see, I found this magic lamp, rubbed it, made a wish, I got a twelve inch pianist. Can I try? The man with the piano agrees and a minute later, a million ducks fill the room. Ducks? I didn't wish for a million ducks, I wished for a million bucks! Ya think I really wished for a twelve inch pianist?
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A man walks into a bar with a paper bag. He sits down and places the bag on the counter. The barman walks up and asks what's in the bag. The man reaches into the bag and pulls out a little man about one foot high and sets him on the counter. He reaches back into the bag and pulls out a small piano, setting it on the counter as well. He reaches into the bag once again and pulls out a tiny piano stool, which he places in front of the piano. The little man sits down at the piano and starts playing a beautiful piece by Mozart! The barman says "What is that?" And the guy says. "It's twelve inch pianist. His name's Frank." That barman says "I don't get it. What's the story?" And the guy leans over to the twelve inch pianist and says "Frank, why don't you tell the barman about the time you called the leprechaun a c**t?" Gotcha! :-D
version I heard starts ut the same: A man walks into a bar with a paper bag. He sits down and places the bag on the counter. The barman walks up and asks what's in the bag. The man reaches into the bag and pulls out a little man about one foot high and sets him on the counter. He reaches back into the bag and pulls out a small piano, setting it on the counter as well. He reaches into the bag once again and pulls out a tiny piano stool, which he places in front of the piano. The little man sits down at the piano and starts playing a beautiful piece by Mozart! The barman says "What is that?" And the guy says. "It's twelve inch pianist. His name's Frank." Bartender asks where'd you get that .. Guy says I found a bottle and I rubbed it and out popped a genie with a hearing aid. He said I only got one wish not there.. do you think I asked for a 12 inch pianist ? .. ba-da-boom
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version I heard starts ut the same: A man walks into a bar with a paper bag. He sits down and places the bag on the counter. The barman walks up and asks what's in the bag. The man reaches into the bag and pulls out a little man about one foot high and sets him on the counter. He reaches back into the bag and pulls out a small piano, setting it on the counter as well. He reaches into the bag once again and pulls out a tiny piano stool, which he places in front of the piano. The little man sits down at the piano and starts playing a beautiful piece by Mozart! The barman says "What is that?" And the guy says. "It's twelve inch pianist. His name's Frank." Bartender asks where'd you get that .. Guy says I found a bottle and I rubbed it and out popped a genie with a hearing aid. He said I only got one wish not there.. do you think I asked for a 12 inch pianist ? .. ba-da-boom
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Yeah that is the old one that everyone knows. My Scottish friend told me the one I posted and I almost fell off my chair. I love that Scots use the C word like it's nothing! Hence the 1 votes! :-D
Joe Simes wrote:
and I almost fell off my chair
A couple of brews probably helped too.