A bartender decides things are going a bit too slow for his place, and the thing he needs to liven things up is live music. He takes out an advert, and immediately gets a response. The bartender schedules an audition, the pianist shows up, sits down at the piano, and plays the most beautiful music the bartender has ever heard.

"That was absolutely amazing!" says the bartender. "What's it called?"

"The Visceral Remains of your Dog Splattered Across Your Sister's Labia," the pianist proudly replies.

"Oh jesus, that's fucking disgusting! Look, you can have the job, just dont tell anyone what your songs are called, alright?"

The pianist agrees, and that weekend is his first performance. After playing a few pieces, the pianist takes a break to use the bathroom. When he comes back a man in the audience stands up and shouts "Hey! You know your fly's open and everyone in the room just got a nasty view of your sweaty nutsack?"

The pianist replies, "Know it? I WROTE it!"
(save a quarter, Sat 11 Sep 2004, 0:28, Reply)