wally2450
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Southern Baptist
The lady was a Southern Baptist who attended services
and taught Sunday School every week.
On one Sunday, an out of town acquaintance, a gentleman,
was in the pew right behind her. He noted what a fine
looking woman she was.
While they were taking up the collection, the man leaned
forward and said, "Hey, how about you and I having dinner
on Tuesday?"
"Why yes, that would be nice," the lady responded.
Well, the gentleman couldn't believe his luck. On Tuesday
he picked the lady up and took her to the finest restaurant
in that part of South Carolina.
When they sat down, the gentleman looked over at her and
suggested, "Would you like a cocktail before dinner?"
"Oh, no," said our circumspect fine example of southern
womanhood, "What ever would I tell my Sunday School class?"
Well, our gentleman was set back a bit, so he didn't say
much until after dinner, when he pulled out a pack of
cigarettes and asked, "Would you like a smoke?"
"Oh my goodness no," said the woman. "I couldn't face my
Sunday School class if I did?"
Well, our boy felt pretty low after that, so they left,
got in his car and as he was driving the lady home, they
passed the local Holiday Inn.
He'd been morally rebuffed twice already, so he figured
he had nothing to lose so he ventured forth with, "Ahhh ..
mmmm how would you like to stop at this motel?"
"Sure, that would be nice," she said in anticipation.
The gentleman couldn't believe his ears, and did a fast
u-turn right then and there, and drove back to the motel
and checked in.
The next morning, after a wild and passionate night of
the most incredible sex imaginable, the gentleman awoke
first.
He looked at the lovely Dixie darling lying there in the
bed and with remorse thought, "What the hell have I done?"
He shook her awake and pleaded, "I've got to ask you one
thing, whatever are you going to tell your Sunday School
class?"
The lady said, "The same thing I always tell them. You
don't have to smoke and drink to have a good time."
The lady was a Southern Baptist who attended services
and taught Sunday School every week.
On one Sunday, an out of town acquaintance, a gentleman,
was in the pew right behind her. He noted what a fine
looking woman she was.
While they were taking up the collection, the man leaned
forward and said, "Hey, how about you and I having dinner
on Tuesday?"
"Why yes, that would be nice," the lady responded.
Well, the gentleman couldn't believe his luck. On Tuesday
he picked the lady up and took her to the finest restaurant
in that part of South Carolina.
When they sat down, the gentleman looked over at her and
suggested, "Would you like a cocktail before dinner?"
"Oh, no," said our circumspect fine example of southern
womanhood, "What ever would I tell my Sunday School class?"
Well, our gentleman was set back a bit, so he didn't say
much until after dinner, when he pulled out a pack of
cigarettes and asked, "Would you like a smoke?"
"Oh my goodness no," said the woman. "I couldn't face my
Sunday School class if I did?"
Well, our boy felt pretty low after that, so they left,
got in his car and as he was driving the lady home, they
passed the local Holiday Inn.
He'd been morally rebuffed twice already, so he figured
he had nothing to lose so he ventured forth with, "Ahhh ..
mmmm how would you like to stop at this motel?"
"Sure, that would be nice," she said in anticipation.
The gentleman couldn't believe his ears, and did a fast
u-turn right then and there, and drove back to the motel
and checked in.
The next morning, after a wild and passionate night of
the most incredible sex imaginable, the gentleman awoke
first.
He looked at the lovely Dixie darling lying there in the
bed and with remorse thought, "What the hell have I done?"
He shook her awake and pleaded, "I've got to ask you one
thing, whatever are you going to tell your Sunday School
class?"
The lady said, "The same thing I always tell them. You
don't have to smoke and drink to have a good time."