The Reverend John Fuzz was pastor of a smallcongregation in a little Pennsylvania town. One day, he was walking down Main Street andhe happened to notice a female member of his congregation sitting in the town bar,drinking beer. The reverend thought this was sinful and not something a member of hiscongregation should do. He walked through the open door of the bar and sat down next tothe woman.
"Mrs. Fitzgerald," the reverend saidsternly. "This is no place for a member of my congregation. Why don't you let me takeyou home?"
"Sure," she said with a slur, obviouslyvery drunk. When Mrs. Fitzgerald stood up from the bar, she began to
weave back and forth. The reverend realized that she had had too much to drink and hegrabbed hold of her arms to steady her. When he did, they both lost their balance andtumbled to the floor. After rolling around for a few seconds, the reverend wound up lyingon top of Mrs. Fitzgerald, her skirt hiked up to her waist.
The bartender looked over the bar and said,"Here, here, buddy, we won't have any of that carrying on in this bar."
The reverend looked up at the bartender and said,"But you don't understand, I'm Pastor Fuzz."
The bartender nodded, "Well if you're thatfar into the game, you may as well finish!"