Agorgeous blonde walked into a tiny country church one Sunday morning wearing a red dress so tight the old men in the front row suddenly became very interested in religion again.
Even the priest lost his place during the sermon three times.
After mass, the priest politely stopped her near the door.
“My child,” he said softly, “I must admit… your dress distracted several members of the congregation today.”
She smiled innocently.
“Oh Father, I’m sorry. I just like feeling attractive.”
The priest nodded nervously.
“Well… perhaps next Sunday you could wear something a little less… revealing.”
She leaned closer and whispered,
“Father, this dress isn’t revealing at all.”
The priest blinked.
“It isn’t?”
“No,” she purred. “The zipper’s actually stuck halfway down my back… and I’m not wearing any underwear because I couldn’t fit into it this morning.”
The priest grabbed the church wall for support.
She continued, smiling sweetly,
“And every time I sit down… the dress slides a little higher.”
At that exact moment, the church organist walked by and fainted.
The priest swallowed hard and said,
“My child… for the safety of the congregation… next Sunday I think it’s best if you attend online service.”
