A fundamentalist Baptist minister gave in to temptation and propositioned the choir director after practice one night when no one else was left in the church.
Also giving in to her temptation, the choir director eagerly asked, “Where should we do it?”
“Right here on the floor!” panted the Reverend.
“But the bare floor is so cold,” she lamented. “How about standing up?”
“Good lord, girl! Have you taken leave of your senses?” shouted the minister. “What if someone happened to come in? They’d think we were dancing!”