This Isn't The Place For That!

The Reverend Paul Fuzz was the pastor of a small congregation in a little town. One day, as he was walking down Main Street, he happened to notice a female member of his congregation sitting in the town bar, drinking. He felt this was very sinful and definitely not something a member of his congregation should do. He entered the bar and sat down next to the woman.

"Mrs. Thomson," the Reverend said sternly, "this is no place for a member of my congregation to be. Why don't you let me take you home?"

"Okay," slurred the very drunk woman.

When Mrs. Thomson stood up, she began to weave back and forth. Realizing she had had far too much to drink, the Reverend grabbed her arms to steady her. When he did, they both lost their balance and fell to the floor.

After rolling around for a few seconds, the Reverend ended up laying on top of her, her skirt hiked up to her waist.

The bartender looked over the bar and said, "Listen here, buddy, this isn't the place for that!"

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

The bartender nodded and said, "Oh hell, if you're in that far, I guess you may as well finish up!"