Tending the Flock
The Reverend John Flapps was the pastor of a small town.
One day he was walking down the High Street and 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.
"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
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 Mrs 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 Flapps."
The landlord nodded and said, "Oh well, if you're that
far in, you might as well finish."
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