Drunk Mrs. Fitzgeral
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, so 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
The reverend looked up at the bartender and said, “But you don’t
understand, I’m Pastor Fuzzï¿½.
The bartender nodded.
“Well if you’re that far you may as well finish.”