Joke # 16

Pat and Mike are slumming around the country side looking for work. Not finding any work the first day they camp out in a small clearing, All they have to eat is two cans of beans, which they promptly eat. So the next day their trudging along the old country road stopping at all the farms they come to and asking the owners if any one of them has any work for them. But no one does.
Evening darkness creeps upon them and they decide to settle down in a field for the night. Just then the air becomes chilled and a lighting bolt lights up the sky quickly followed by a huge thunder clap and then teeming rain. Pat says, Mike we got to find cover somewhere from this storm. Yes Pat we certainly do. So they make it back to the road and start running, looking for a place to wait out the storm. They see a house with the porch light on and make a mad dash for it. Pat knocks on the door and a sweet little old lady opens the door. Oh dear me you boys look so cold and wet. Would you like to come in out of the rain. Yes mame we sure would says Pat.
So in to the house they go, kicking off their boots and hanging up their coats in the porch. By the way would any of you two fine gentlemen know how to play the piano. By now they are in the living room where a fireplace gently crackles, casting a warm shadowy light on the grand piano majestically sitting in the room. Pat stammers, then Mike speaks up quickly saying, yes mame, I play a little. Oh goody she says, by all means then play us a tune.
Now Pat sits down in a huge comfy chair and sternly looks at Mike because he knows Mike cant play a piano worth a lick. Now Pat and Mike both have gas from the beans they ate the day before,Pat’s are silent but Mike’s are quite loud. So every time Mike would fart he would pound out something on the keys by striking them hard and fast so the little old lady wouldn’t hear him. After about fifteen minutes of farting and banging on the piano keys like a mad man the stink in the room was getting unbearable for the sweet old lady. Finally after another five minutes she jumped up from her chair and asked Mike what tune was he playing. Mike trying to be coy said Mame, I’m playing the storm. In that case then, the sweet old lady said: Mike for God’s sake please leave out the part where the lighting strikes the outhouse.