The Reverand John Fuzz is pastor of a small congregation in a country town. One day, he is walking down Main Street and notices a female member of his flock sitting in the town bar, drinking beer. He walks in and sits down next to her.
"Mrs. Fitzgerald," the reverend says sternly, "This is no place for you. Why don't you let me take you home?"
Sure," she says with a drunken slur. As she gets up to leave, the reverend realizes that she has had too much to drink, and he grabs hold of her arm to steady her. As he does, they both lose their balance and tumble to the floor. After rolling around for a few seconds trying to rectify the situation, the reverend winds up on top of Mrs. Fitzgerald, with her skirt hiked up to her waist.
The bartender looks over the bar and says, "Hey, buddy, we don't like that kind of thing in this bar."
"But you don't understand, I'm Pastor Fuzz."
"Well...I guess if you're that far into the game, you may as well finish!"
"Mrs. Fitzgerald," the reverend says sternly, "This is no place for you. Why don't you let me take you home?"
Sure," she says with a drunken slur. As she gets up to leave, the reverend realizes that she has had too much to drink, and he grabs hold of her arm to steady her. As he does, they both lose their balance and tumble to the floor. After rolling around for a few seconds trying to rectify the situation, the reverend winds up on top of Mrs. Fitzgerald, with her skirt hiked up to her waist.
The bartender looks over the bar and says, "Hey, buddy, we don't like that kind of thing in this bar."
"But you don't understand, I'm Pastor Fuzz."
"Well...I guess if you're that far into the game, you may as well finish!"
