Rants and Raves

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A Fundamentalist Minister in Alabama, sorely
tempted, finally propositioned the Choir director
one night after practice, when they were alone in
the Church.

"Where Reverend?" she enthusiastically replied.

"Right here on the floor." he panted.

"It'd be too cold." she whispered. "How about
standing up?"

"Good Lord girl. Have you taken leave of you
senses?" he shouted. "If anyone came in, they'd
think we were dancing."