09-15-2022, 01:08 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-15-2022, 01:10 PM by Stanley Merritt.)
Life for Reverend Stan Merritt had slipped into the comfortable routine of regular services, paperwork in the church vestry, and regular meals in the vicerage.
Still, he found time to pop down to the local for a tipple, especially after dealing with elderly Mrs Prewitt who lectured him at length on the sinfull, lustiness of the petunias growing near the church notice board and demanded he tear them up.
The pub was quiet, when Stan slunk in, a man besieged.
"The usual, your Eminence?" asked Ned the publican, rag in hand with a thin smile on his lips.
"You know, Ned" Stan answered fishing through his pockets for a pipe. "Enough smoke comes out of your arse, the Vatican could shove you in a fireplace to announce the next pope." He retorted most un-reverand like, referring to his ecclesiastical rival's method of electing their top man. He then nodded to confirm his drink order.
Still, he found time to pop down to the local for a tipple, especially after dealing with elderly Mrs Prewitt who lectured him at length on the sinfull, lustiness of the petunias growing near the church notice board and demanded he tear them up.
The pub was quiet, when Stan slunk in, a man besieged.
"The usual, your Eminence?" asked Ned the publican, rag in hand with a thin smile on his lips.
"You know, Ned" Stan answered fishing through his pockets for a pipe. "Enough smoke comes out of your arse, the Vatican could shove you in a fireplace to announce the next pope." He retorted most un-reverand like, referring to his ecclesiastical rival's method of electing their top man. He then nodded to confirm his drink order.
