The Reverend

[Elle]

The Reverend John Fluff was the
pastor of a small town.

One day he was walking down the 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 said with a slur,
obviously very drunk.

When Miss Fitzgerald stood up from
the bar she began to weave back and forth.
The Reverend realized that she'd had far
too 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 moments,
the Reverend wound up on top of Miss Fitzgerald,
her skirt hiked up to her waist.

The pub landlord looked over and said,
"Oi mate, we won't have any of that
carrying on in this pub."

The Reverend looked up at the
landlord and said,
"But you don't understand,
I'm Pastor Fluff."

The landlord nodded and said,
"Oh well, if you're that far in,
you might as well finish.

[Daynathepayna]

Good one!