Blind Date

You descriptively tell the fiddler where he should place his fiddle.

He stops playing in mid song and glares at you.

Suddenly, he spins around swinging the fiddle. CRACK! The fiddle breaks into splinters across the side of your head!

You fall to the ground unconsious.

You awake the next morning in the hospital room, your head wrapped in a white bandage.

From that day forward you can't watch "Fiddler on the Roof" without wetting your pants.

THE END
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