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 pubdrinking beer. The Reverend wasn't happy. He walked through the opendoor of the pub and sat down next to the woman. 'MrsFitzgerald,' 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 weaveback and forth.
The Reverend realized that she'd had far too much to drink andgrabbed 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 upon top Of Mrs. Fitzgerald, her skirt hiked up to her waist. The pub landlord looked over and said, 'Oi Mate, we won't haveany 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.'
mongrel said
04:36 AM Jan 9, 2013
I'm in tears Jim and the wife almost wet herself..What a cracker. .Alan .
pauline said
05:09 AM Jan 9, 2013
that is a beauty..............................
mongrel said
05:09 AM Jan 9, 2013
Sent pm Jim .Not showing on my end .Another message gone missing.Sent several pms but just lately they are going astray.Some one else might be having a good laugh.But a definate nooooooooooooo from Mrs M.....Alan.
justcruisin01 said
05:23 AM Jan 9, 2013
mongrel wrote:
Sent pm Jim .Not showing on my end .Another message gone missing.Sent several pms but just lately they are going astray.Some one else might be having a good laugh.But a definate nooooooooooooo from Mrs M.....Alan.
Nothing came through, just had to have a little dig.
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 pubdrinking beer.
The Reverend wasn't happy. He walked through the opendoor of the pub and sat down next to the woman. 'MrsFitzgerald,' 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 weaveback and forth.
The Reverend realized that she'd had far too much to drink andgrabbed 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 upon top Of Mrs. Fitzgerald, her skirt hiked up to her waist. The pub landlord looked over and said, 'Oi Mate, we won't haveany 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.'
.Alan .
Nothing came through, just had to have a little dig.
What ! Mrs M didnt want to get tiddly. LOL
JC.