(You may have heard this one before, but it's still one of my favorites! The visual imagery is a killer! Enjoy! -- Jimbob)
A well-meaning, good ol' boy, went to his weekly counseling session, sporting one of the biggest shiners the counselor had ever seen. "What happened to you!?" the counselor questioned.
"Aw, it's kinda hard to say, ...but it happened at church yesterday," the guy tried to explain.
"At church?!" the astounded counselor replied.
"Yeah. This big ol' fat lady, wearing a yellow chiffon dress sat in front of me yesterday. And everytime we stood up, her dress was stuck in her crack. I couldn't help myself, ...I had to do something, ...I mean, I couldn't take it any longer."
"Well, what did you do?" asked the counselor.
"Well, after about the third time we stood up, I reached down and pulled at her hemline, and pulled the dress out of her crack," the well-meaning servant replied.
"And she popped you for that!" asked the counselor.
"Naw, she just gave me a real sour frown, and glared at me," came the reply.
"Well, how did you get the blackeye?" asked the counselor.
"Well, I figgered she LIKED IT stuck in her crack, so I, (motioning with an upward hacking motion with his hand) , ...put it back!"
A well-meaning, good ol' boy, went to his weekly counseling session, sporting one of the biggest shiners the counselor had ever seen. "What happened to you!?" the counselor questioned.
"Aw, it's kinda hard to say, ...but it happened at church yesterday," the guy tried to explain.
"At church?!" the astounded counselor replied.
"Yeah. This big ol' fat lady, wearing a yellow chiffon dress sat in front of me yesterday. And everytime we stood up, her dress was stuck in her crack. I couldn't help myself, ...I had to do something, ...I mean, I couldn't take it any longer."
"Well, what did you do?" asked the counselor.
"Well, after about the third time we stood up, I reached down and pulled at her hemline, and pulled the dress out of her crack," the well-meaning servant replied.
"And she popped you for that!" asked the counselor.
"Naw, she just gave me a real sour frown, and glared at me," came the reply.
"Well, how did you get the blackeye?" asked the counselor.
"Well, I figgered she LIKED IT stuck in her crack, so I, (motioning with an upward hacking motion with his hand) , ...put it back!"
