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  • 12-12-2008 3:52pm
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    gerTheGreat
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    The Reverend John Flapps was the pastor of a small town church
    in Ireland . One day he was walking down the High Street and 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. 'Mrs
    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 Mrs 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 and
    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 Mrs. 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 Flapps.' The landlord nodded and
    said,

    'Oh well, if you're that far in, you might as well finish.'


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