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The minister of a small congregation was about to start his sermon…

The minister of a small congregation was about to start his sermon when he noticed a young woman in the front row, wearing a tight dress with her boobs almost hanging out. He couldn’t concentrate on his message to the flock, so he dismissed the service and asked to speak to the woman after everyone else left the church.When they were alone, the reverend said in his sternest lecturing voice. „Just what do you mean, coming to church dressed like that?““Why reverend.“ the young thing replied. All of my boyfriends tell me that they can hear the angels sing when they put their heads on my breasts.““Hmm. Well let me check,“ said the man of the cloth, placing his head between her tits. After several minutes, he raised his head and said. „I don’t hear any angels singing!““Of course not reverend.“ she said. Your not plugged in yet.“

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