THEORY: Have you noticed jokes are tinged with nervous irreverent spookiness on Sundays? Just because it's Sunday?
"Better not say that! Well ~ wait til Monday. It will be less irreverent. But not reverent, but.....it will be funny then. Well, it's funny, but we can't laugh. Now."
God doesn't like tummy-twirlers.
I don't think you can tell risque jokes after Church. Well, at least wait til you get to the car and everyone has been distracted, by something like a visit to McDonalds.
I have a theory, that just a ton (that's my number in the theory) of married sex takes place (that's the same as happens) after church.
What do you bet. What do you think. Know. I don't go to church, so I can't know. But we're talking aggregate population anyway. Maybe, for simplicity, limiting this to church-goers.
Points to account:
~ Mom and dad have to change their clothes; that means like carefully slink off the ones they're wearing and dabble long enough to get the damn things oops back on hangers;
~ Mom, looks really, really good; especially in those stockings with the little flowers on the seams;
~ All those other pastel chickadees at church kept me awake; thank goodness;
~ You look dee-licious, Hon;
~ I'm not tired!!
~ What other chance are we going to get?;
~ "I've been good."
~ The kids would never dream we're in here doing anything but changing our clothes; heck it's Sunday;
~ Perfume?
~ This slip makes me growl;
~ I love when you put your foot up on the bed;
~ Those are my favorites!
~ I'll be hungry enough for pancakes afterwards;
~ I'm gonna run and get the syrup!
(I'm into science instead of religion.) |
