A local preacher was paying a visit to one of his church members
on a Friday night, and heard a loud party as he approached the
house.
He knocked on the door and the owner answered. Behind him, he saw
a circle of naked men, with blindfolded women moving from man to
man, fondling each man's package, and guessing who it was.
The preacher, seeing this, said, "I'm sorry. I don't think I'd
fit in here right now."
"Nonsense," the man replied. "Your name's been called three times
already!!!"
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"We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, therefore, is not an act, but a habit." - Aristotle