A small church had a very attractive big busted organist, Linda, and her breasts were so large that they bounced and jiggled while she played the organ. Unfortunately she distracted the congregation considerably. The very proper church ladies were appalled. They said something had to be done about this or they would have to get another organist. So one of the ladies approched Linda very discreetly about the problem, and told her to mash up some green persimmons and rub them on her breasts, which should cause them to srink in size, but warned her not to taste any of the green persimmons, because they are so sour they will make your mouth pucker up, and yo wont be able to talk properly for a while . The voluptus organist reluctantly agreed to try it. The following Sunday morning the minister walked up to the pulpit and daid " Dew to thircumstanthis bewond my contwol, we will not hab a thermon tewday. "