> *Sunday School* 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 Alabama. 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, "Whatever would I tell my Sunday School class?" � Well, our gentleman was setback 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 with 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, the�gentleman awoke first. He looked at the lovely Dixie darling lying there in the bed and with remorse thought,�"What the heck 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!!" . . . . . . . . . . . . *What A Coincidence* A chicken farmer went into a local watering hole and took a seat at the bar next to a woman patron and ordered a glass of champagne. The woman perked up and said, "How about that? I just ordered a glass of champagne, too!" � He replied, "What a coincidence! This is a special day for me, I'm celebrating." � "This is a special day for me, too, and I'm also celebrating!" said the woman. � "What a coincidence," said the man. � They clinked glasses and he asked, "What are you celebrating?" � "My husband and I have been trying to have a child. Today, my gynecologist told me I'm pregnant! � "What a coincidence." said the man. "I'm a chicken farmer. For months all my hens were infertile, but today they're finally fertile." � "That's great!" says the woman, "How did your chickens become fertile?" � "I switched cocks," he replied. � "What a coincidence," she said. . . . . . . . . . . . . Have A Nice Easter - Cheers -vo-� � _______________________________________________ RTF mailing list [email protected] http://rolltidefan.net/mailman/listinfo/rtf_rolltidefan.net
