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A woman on a business trip looking to cheat on her husband goes to a piano bar to be hit on but comes short on the perspective men that hits on her. She gets into a casual conversation with the piano player and afterwards he takes her back to his place. She thinks he's just a guy who's works for minimum wage and tips, but when she see's his expensive condo, it turns out he is actually a wealthy musical prodigy who wants to live a low profile and actually owns the piano bar he plays at.
Reminds me of a joke about a piano player with Tourrette's who gets hired on the condition he doesn't speak to the audience or introduce any of his songs...
"Do you know your cock is hanging out of your trousers and spunk is dribbling onto your shoes?" Placing his beer confidently on the bar, the pianist grins, looks her square in the eye and says, "Know it? I fucking wrote it!!
Reminds me of a joke about a piano player with Tourrette's who gets hired on the condition he doesn't speak to the audience or introduce any of his songs...
"Do you know your cock is hanging out of your trousers and spunk is dribbling onto your shoes?" Placing his beer confidently on the bar, the pianist grins, looks her square in the eye and says, "Know it? I fucking wrote it!!
It is late at night in the piano bar. Who tries to pick up the piano player?
I bet you were listening to Billy Joel's Piano Man, huh?
THAT piano player I doubt anybody wants to pick up.
Well, Christie Brinkley thought he was the cats meow.
Who picks-up him or her? The gals and/or guys who haven't scored before closing time -- y'know, the folks that incels lack energy or brains to pursue.It is late at night in the piano bar. Who tries to pick up the piano player?
Who picks-up him or her? The gals and/or guys who haven't scored before closing time -- y'know, the folks that incels lack energy or brains to pursue.
Alternative venue: A skating rink. Target: The organist. (Korla Pandit used to play at my hometown rink.) Target could also be an organist at a minor-league baseball stadium or late-night church service.
Lots of opportunity for some groan-worthy puns in this version.
"How long have you been playing the ORGAN?"
"Most of my life!"
"I've got an ORGAN I'd like to see you perform on."
"Can't wait to get my fingers on it!"
our lonely piano player has now learned to play an organ? Wowsers.Suppose the organist can only play while their organ is being tuned? No organ tuning and the fingers can't find the right keys. Organ tuning in progress unleashes an accomplished maestro.
During any concert an organ tuner is positioned appropriately, but during a special competition against a fellow savant, the organ tuner gets a case of lockjaw and has to stop. The fingers go kerflooey and the other player wins. Does the other player have a tuner too?