some humor for you music nerds.

A "C", an E-flat, and a 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 and the G is out flat. An F comes in and tries to augment
the situation, but is not sharp enough.
A "D" comes into the bar and heads straight for the bathroom
saying, "Excuse me. I'll just be a second." Then an 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 (who
used to have a nice corporate job until his company downsized 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 stands there au natural.
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 bassless.
The bartender decides, however, that since he's only had tenor
so patrons, with the soprano out in the bathroom, and everything has
become alto much treble, he needs a rest, and closes the bar.