||[Feb. 19th, 2002|04:00 pm]
The preacher was preaching with all his might. The subject was |
sin, and he was most certainly 'against' sin.
A girl, with a wonderful figure, and not nearly enough clothes
to hide much skin, came in late. She strode down the center
aisle, close to the front and sat down.
It was plain to the preacher that he had lost the men in his
audience to this voluptuous sex-object.
He shook a fist at her and said, "You are the Jezebel the good
book tells us about. You have got the mind of every man in
this building on evil thoughts. But I am a man of God! You
don't affect me, and right now up in Heaven, you fallen woman,
Saint Finger is shaking his Peter at you!"