The Reverend John Fluff was the pastor in a small town in
Ireland. One day he was walking down the high street when he noticed a young
lady of his parish 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
parish. 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 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, you might as well
finish."
