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Reet, this is my first joke posting so if there's any very sensitive people out there who think I've overstepped the mark let me know.
The Reverand John Flapps was the pastor of a small northern town. One day he was walking down Main Street and he happened to notice a female member of his congregation sitting in the town bar, drinking beer. The Rev wasn't happy. He walked through the open door of the bar and sat down next to the woman.
"Mrs Fitzgerald," he said sternly, "this is no place for a member of my congregation. Why don''t you let me take you home?" "Sure." she said with a slur, obviously very drunk.
When Mrs Fitzgerald stood up from the bar, she began to weave back and forth. The Reverand realised that she'd had far too much to drink and he grabbed her arms to steady her. When he did, they both lost their balance and tumbled to the floor. After rolling around for a few seconds, the Reverand wound up on top of Mrs Fitzgerald, her skirt hiked up to her waist. The bartender looked over the bar and said "Here, here buddy, we won't have any of that carry on in this bar!"
The Reverend looked up at the bartender and said, "But you don't understand, I'm Pastor Flapps."
The bartender nodded and said, "Oh well, if you're that far in, you might as well finish off."
Boom boom.
The Reverand John Flapps was the pastor of a small northern town. One day he was walking down Main Street and he happened to notice a female member of his congregation sitting in the town bar, drinking beer. The Rev wasn't happy. He walked through the open door of the bar and sat down next to the woman.
"Mrs Fitzgerald," he said sternly, "this is no place for a member of my congregation. Why don''t you let me take you home?" "Sure." she said with a slur, obviously very drunk.
When Mrs Fitzgerald stood up from the bar, she began to weave back and forth. The Reverand realised that she'd had far too much to drink and he grabbed her arms to steady her. When he did, they both lost their balance and tumbled to the floor. After rolling around for a few seconds, the Reverand wound up on top of Mrs Fitzgerald, her skirt hiked up to her waist. The bartender looked over the bar and said "Here, here buddy, we won't have any of that carry on in this bar!"
The Reverend looked up at the bartender and said, "But you don't understand, I'm Pastor Flapps."
The bartender nodded and said, "Oh well, if you're that far in, you might as well finish off."
Boom boom.