Sermon Gone Wrong

The preacher had a temperance sermon in full bore.

“It’s the taverns where all the money goes. Who drives the biggest, newest car in town? The tavern keeper! Whose wife wears the finest clothes in town? The tavern keeper! Who sits on his front porch eating chocolates and sipping fine wine? The tavern keeper! And who pays for all this? You do!”

As the congregation filed out of church, a young couple shook the pastor’s hand warmly. “Thank you so much, Reverend,” they said. “Your sermon helped us decide on our future.”

“Wonderful. You have chosen to give up strong drink!”

“Well, no,” said the couple. “We’re going into the tavern business.”