A church pastor is in a diner talking with some of his congregation and mentions that the church organist is ill and won't make Sunday's service, and he doesn't have a replacement. Over in the corner another member of the church hears this and says, "Pastor, I can play the piccolo and I'm really good and I can play all of the hymns and I know if you let me I'll do a great job". So the pastor agrees to let him have a go at it. On Sunday morning, the pastor gets up in front of the congregation and explains the situation. Then he announces that they will sing Hymn number 22. The piccolo player whispers to him "I'm sorry, Reverend, but that one's too hard. You have to pick another". The Pastor says, "We will instead sing Hymn number 102". The piccolo player whispers "Sorry, but that one's also too hard, you'll have to pick another". The pastor tries hymn number 341, with the same result. Someone in the congregation yells out "Piccolo players a mother fucker". There's a dead silence. The pastor then says "Will the person who just called the piccolo player a mother fucker please stand up. No one does. He then says "Will the person sitting next to the person who called the piccolo player a mother fucker please stand up?". Again, no one stnads up. "Will the person sitting next to the person sitting next to the person who called the piccolo player a mother fucker please stand up?". Someone stands up and says, "Pastor, I'm not the one who called the piccolo player a mother fucker, and I'm not sitting next to the person who called the piccolo player a mother fucker, and I'm not sitting next to the person sitting next to the person who called the piccolo player a mother fucker. And I don't care who called the piccolo player a mother fucker. What I'd like to no, however, is who called that mother fucker a piccolo player?"