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Pastor Who?
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In a small mid-western town, lived Pastor Fuzz. He was very proud of his position in the community and carefully looked after his flock. One day, he was strolling by a bar. He happened to see one of his parishioners inside. He was appalled! "She should not be in there," he thought. "It is my duty to pull her away from the demon drink." When he approached her, he realized that she was very drunk. "You must come out of here," he demanded. "I'm havin' fun," she slurred. "Leave me alone." "I insist you come with me," he charged, pulling her from the barstool. Together, they tumbled to the floor. There they lay, she with her dress all askew and pulled up around her hips, and he on top of her! "Hey, you can't be doing that in here," shouted the bartender. "But you don't understand," he stammered, quite embarrassed. "I'm Pastor Fuzz." "Well, if you've gotten that far, I guess you might as well go ahead!" |
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