No no no.My name is Fluff.

Reverend Fluff, a young, single preacher, got a call from one of his members at a bar not far from his house. The young lady requested a ride home because she drank too much.

He went to the bar and founder her a little too tipsy to stand by herself. As he tried to help her up see falls down brining him with her.

As they hit the floor his hand bounces off her thigh and hikes her skirt up a bit.

The poor man looked up from on top of her, to see an angry bartender glaring down at him. “You can’t do that in here.” Boomed the bartender.

“No, no, no. You don’t understand,” Squeaked the reverend. “ I’m Pastor Fluff.”

The bartender said. “Oh… ok then. If you are that far you might as well finish.”