John Flapps
The Reverend John Flapps was the pastor of a small town.
One day he was walking down High Street and he noticed a young lady of his congregation sitting in a pub drinking beer.
The reverend wasn't happy. He walked into 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 realised that she had far too much to drink and grabbed her arms to steady her and they both lost their balance and tumbled to the floor.
After rolling around for a few minutes, the reverend ended up on top of Mrs Fitzgerald with her skirt hiked up to her waist.
The barman looked over and said, "Oi, Mate, we won't have any of that carrying on in this pub."
The reverend looked up and said, ''But you don't understand, I'm Pastor Flapps!"
The barman nodded and said, "Oh Well, If you are that far in, you might as well finish."