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To: Clappy who wrote (17303)10/5/2002 11:19:01 AM
From: elpolvo  Respond to of 104197
 
snarkie-

dave barry, move over.

not only was i laughing out loud at
your description of the thread, i was
remembering the many times i've done
that too. it's usually at a funeral.

print up a couple hundred copies of that.
next time you go to church, get there
an hour early and slip copies into the
hymn books or bibles in the pews.

god will be proud of you.

:-)

-el trustme



To: Clappy who wrote (17303)10/6/2002 10:35:04 AM
From: altair19  Read Replies (2) | Respond to of 104197
 
Clappy...truly funny! Churches seem to evoke intensely funny things. Years ago, when I was 11, my family was in church for the big Christmas service. In front of us sat Mrs. Till - she was a very big woman with an enormous butt. She got up during the service and went out the side door into the parish hall..probably to go to the bathroom. She came waddling back and slid into the pew in front of us...as she turned, we noticed that her skirt was tucked into her girdle...now this lady had a gigantic butt..my brother, twin younger sisters, father and mother starting shaking with suppressed laughter. Mrs. Till sat down. We couldn't look at one another....my father, a tall statesmenlike looking man, was squinting his eyes trying to prevent the tears. My older brother, always someone who thought things through, nudged me and pointed to the Christmas program...Communion was next! In our church, that means you have to walk up to the altar which is elevated slightly like a stage. He elbowed Dad, who then pointed it out to Mom..the laughter got worse with prospect that Mrs. Till would soon be on the move...
My twin younger sisters were dying trying to surpress the giggles.

We waited....each row stood up to go to the altar. We were in about the 8th row. The anticipation was killing us. It came their turn..Mrs. Till stood up and turned quickly...you could still see that huge butt with the skirt tucked in the waist band of this massive girdle. Behind me were the Atmore's...Charlie Atmore caught it first... the sight of two huge buns constrained by a miraculous strong elasticized fabric and started the giggles for his pew. I noticed that several of elder ladies in the church eyeing our section with disapproval while assessing the situation. Two of them moved quietly and quickly to communion line and closed ranks behind Mrs. Till. After you get the bread and wine at the altar you make a right turn, go out behind the organ and choir section and back into the church. There is an exit to the parish hall along that hallway...The church ladies must have steered Mrs. Till there for repairs...she didn't return...Christmas 1956.

Altair11