Pastor Fluff

[Ilph]

The Reverend John Fluff was the pastor of a small town in Ireland. One day
he was walking down the high street when he noticed a young lady of his
congregation sitting in a pub drinking beer. The Reverend wasn't happy. He
walked through the open door of the pub and sat down next to the woman.
"Miss 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 replied with a slur, obviously very drunk. When Miss Fitzgerald
stood up from the bar, she began to weave back and forth. The Reverand
realized she'd had far to much to drink and 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 minutes, the Reverend wound up on top of Miss
Fitzgerald, her skirt hiked up to her waist.
The pub landloard looked over and said "Ol mate, we won't have any of that
carrying on in this pub."
The Reverand looked up at the landloard and said, "But you don't understand,
I'm Paster Fluff."
The landloard nodded and replied, "Oh well, if your that far, you might as
well finish."

[ragtopW]

[BadHabitsAcctnt]

Back away, stay grounded and maybe you won't get hurt when the lightning strikes.

[Jason Mason]

...Thats bad......

[unclejohn]