A ragged, old, derelict shuffled into a down and dirty bar. Smelling of whiskey and cigarettes, his hands shook
as he took the "Piano Player Wanted" sign from the window and handed it to the bartender.
"I'd like to apply for the job," he said. "I was a C-130 driver and a Lieutenant Commander in Coast Guard, but
when they retired they me. I learned to play the piano at O-Club happy hours, so here I am."
The barkeep wasn't too sure about this doubtful looking old guy, but it had been quite a while since he had
a piano player and business was falling off. So, why not give him a try?
The seedy LtCdr staggered his way over to the piano while several patrons snickered. By the time he was into
his third bar of music, every voice was silenced. What followed was a rhapsody of soaring music, unlike
anything heard in the bar before.
When he finished there wasn't a dry eye in the place.
The bartender took the old pilot a beer and asked him the name of the song he had just played.
It's called "Drop your Skivvies, Baby, I'm Going Balls To The Wall For You!" said the Commander. After a long
pull from the beer, leaving it empty, "I wrote it myself."
The bartender and the crowd winced at the title, but the piano player just went on into a knee-slapping, hand-
clapping bit of ragtime that had the place jumping.
After he finished, the old pilot acknowledged the applause, downed a second proffered mug, and told the crowd
the song was called, "Big Boobs Make My Afterburner Light."
He then excused himself and lurched to the john.
When he came out the bartender went over to him and said, "Look fly boy, the job is yours, but do you know
your fly is open and your pecker is hanging out?"
"Know it?" the old 130 pilot replied, "Hell, I wrote it"!
as he took the "Piano Player Wanted" sign from the window and handed it to the bartender.
"I'd like to apply for the job," he said. "I was a C-130 driver and a Lieutenant Commander in Coast Guard, but
when they retired they me. I learned to play the piano at O-Club happy hours, so here I am."
The barkeep wasn't too sure about this doubtful looking old guy, but it had been quite a while since he had
a piano player and business was falling off. So, why not give him a try?
The seedy LtCdr staggered his way over to the piano while several patrons snickered. By the time he was into
his third bar of music, every voice was silenced. What followed was a rhapsody of soaring music, unlike
anything heard in the bar before.
When he finished there wasn't a dry eye in the place.
The bartender took the old pilot a beer and asked him the name of the song he had just played.
It's called "Drop your Skivvies, Baby, I'm Going Balls To The Wall For You!" said the Commander. After a long
pull from the beer, leaving it empty, "I wrote it myself."
The bartender and the crowd winced at the title, but the piano player just went on into a knee-slapping, hand-
clapping bit of ragtime that had the place jumping.
After he finished, the old pilot acknowledged the applause, downed a second proffered mug, and told the crowd
the song was called, "Big Boobs Make My Afterburner Light."
He then excused himself and lurched to the john.
When he came out the bartender went over to him and said, "Look fly boy, the job is yours, but do you know
your fly is open and your pecker is hanging out?"
"Know it?" the old 130 pilot replied, "Hell, I wrote it"!
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