You might as well finish up!

The Reverend John Fuzz was a 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 and carrying on with another married member of his congregation.

The reverend thought this was outrageous and not something a member of his congregation should do. He walked through the open door of the bar and started berating the woman. "Mrs Fitzgerald," the reverend said sternly. "This is no place for a member of my congregation. This is not something I can let you do. Why don't you let me take you home?"

"Sure," she said with a slur, obviously very drunk."I know you want a piece of this. I see how you look at me on Sunday. Com'ere you big sweet hunk of cheese."

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 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 laying on top of Mrs. Fitzgerald, her skirt hiked up to her waist. She wasn't wearing any panties.

The bartender looked over the bar and said, "Here, here buddy, we won't have any of that shit out in the bar! Take it outside to the parking lot."

The reverend looked up at the bartender and said, "But you don't understand, I'm Pastor Fuzz."

The bartender nodded and said, "Hell then, if you're that far in, you might as well finish up."