Doin' It!

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

"Where should we do it, 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!"