Via Bill Koehler
C, E-flat, and G go into a bar. The bartender says,
"Sorry, but we don't serve minors." So, the E-flat
leaves, and the C and the G have an open fifth between
them.
After a few drinks, the fifth is diminished; the G is
out flat. An F comes in and tries to augment the
situation, but is not sharp enough.
Then D comes into the bar and heads straight for the
bathroom saying, "Excuse me. I'll just be a second."
Then A comes into the bar, but the bartender is not
convinced that this relative of C is not a minor. Then
the bartender notices a B-flat hiding at the end of
the bar and exclaims, "Get out now! You're the seventh
minor I've found in this bar tonight."
The E-flat, not easily deflated, comes back to the bar
the NEXT night in a 3-piece suit with nicely shined
shoes.
The bartender says: "You're looking sharp tonight,
come on in! This could be a major development. "
This proves to be the case, as the E-flat takes off
the suit, and everything else, and is now au naturel.
Eventually, the C sobers up, and realizes in horror
that he's under a rest.
The C is brought to trial, is found guilty of
contributing to the diminution of a minor, and is
sentenced to 10 years of DS without Coda at an upscale
correctional facility.
On appeal, however, the C is found innocent of any
wrongdoing, even accidental, and that all accusations
to the contrary are bass less.
The bartender decides he needs a rest - and closes the
bar.
