The Reverend John Fluff was the pastor in a small town in Ireland. One day he was walking down on Main Street when 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. “Miss 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 Miss FitzGerald stood up from the bar, she began to weave back and forth.
The Reverend realized that she had much to drink and grabbed her arms to steady her. When he did, they both lost their balance and tumbled to the floor. After a few moments, the Reverend wound up on top of Miss FitzGerald, her skirt hiked up to her waist.
The pub barman looked over and said, “Oy mate, we won’t have any o’ that carrying on in this pub!”
The Reverend looked up at the bartender and said, “But you don’t understand, I’m Pastor Fluff.”
The bartender said, “Ah well, if you’re that far in, ye might as well finish.” 😯