Henry and Ethel attended the same small-town church, where every week Ethel taught Sunday school. After admiring her from afar for years, Henry finally plucked up the courage to ask Ethel out to dinner. To his delight, she accepted and he booked them a table at his favourite restaurant. At the restaurant he asked her: "Would you like some wine with dinner?" "Oh no, Henry," said Ethel. "What would I tell my Sunday school class?" Henry was taken aback and didn't say much more until the end of the meal when he pulled out a packet of cigarettes and said: "Would you like a smoke, Ethel?" "Oh no, Henry," said Ethel. "What would I tell my Sunday school class?" By now Henry was totally hacked off. He drove Ethel home in virtual silence but on the way they passed a motel. Figuring he had nothing to lose after two setbacks, he asked her if she wanted to spend the night at the motel with him. "That would be nice, Henry," she said. Henry was amazed by her response and quickly checked them both in to the motel where they enjoyed a night of raw passion. The next morning he asked her: "What are you going to tell your Sunday school class?" "The same as I always tell them: you don't have to drink or smoke to have a good time." Just saw the Pope on TV. Anyone else get nervous watching a German guy on a balcony addressing a crowd of 200,000? Nick DiPaolo The church janitor was also the organist, so he had to watch his keys and pews.