The Reverend John Fuzz was pastor of a small
congregation in a little Pennsylvania town. One
day, he was walking down Main Street and he
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 his congregation should
do. He walked through the open door of the bar
and sat down next to the woman.

"Mrs. Fitzgerald," the reverend 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 had had too much to drink and he
grabbed hold of her arms to steady her. When he
did, they both lost their balance and tumbled to
the floor. After rolling around for a few seconds,
the reverend wound up lying on 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 that far
into the game, you may as well finish!"