One day after his sermon, a preacher turns to his congregation and tells them that, unfortunatly, the organ player was out sick and probably wouldn't be back for 2 or 3 weeks. He asked if there was anyone out there in his flock who could play an instrument to replace the organ player until he was able to return.
One man raised his hand,"I can play the obo", he informed the preacher. "Well, come on up then, young man", replied the preacher and that's what the obo player did.
The preacher thanked the obo player for his kindness, and turning to his congregation he said," Alright everyone, turn in your songbooks to page 10."
"Pssst," said the obo player," That one's not real good for me."
"Okay," said the preacher,"then everybody turn in your song books to page 32."
"Umm, I can't play that one either," said the man with the obo.
"Alright then, page 28."
"No," came the reply, "I really can't do that one."
It was quiet for a second when somebody yelled out, "The obo player's a motherf**ker!" This angered the preacher and he demanded to know who had called the obo player a motherf**ker. "Stand up if you called the obo player a motherf**ker." but nobody stood up. "Alright," said the preacher, "stand up if you're sitting next to the man that called the obo player a motherf**ker." Still, no one stood. "Well then stand up if you're the guy sitting next to the guy who's sitting next to the one that called the obo player a motherf**ker.
Finally, after a long silence, someone stood up. "Did you call the obo player a motherf**ker?" the preacher asked.
"No," replied the man," I didn't. I'm not even sitting next to the guy who did. I'm not even sitting next to the one who's sitting next to the one that called the obo player a motherf**ker. I just want to know who called that motherf**ker an obo player."

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