LowComDom Performances Presents
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."