Category: Joke Board
The Reverend John Flapps was the pastor of a small town. 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."
oh that's good, my friend sent me that one.
Rotfl! great craic ...
It really doesn't work if you're not thinking with the propper british accent. The amusement in this one I think was that I was so slow in getting it.