Baptist In Space

        The Baptist Congregation of Kittery, Maine had planned their pilgrimage       
      four years in advance of the Centenial of Isreal's nation. It was with great   
      pride the Rev. Al began his baptisms in the river Jordon. Suddenly, a radiant   
      cloud descended upon his congregation...   

      Reverend Al tried to calm his congragation with hymns, "Row. Row. Row
      your boat gently down the stream. Merrily. Merrily. Merrily. Life is but a dream."
      The Reverend's wife wisphers to her husband, "Where is the necessary?"

      Bizzzzzzzzz! A door opened. Pip walked out of the cloud and flew over to them.
      He fluttered his four wings. "I am Pip. Welcome to my flying saucer. There is
      food and bathrooms." Pip's voice was like a buzzing bee. He pointed to the door
      behind him. The Reverend's wife fainted. Rev. Al caught her.

        "We are Christians! Have you heard about Jesus?" Rev. Al shouted.
    "We need to impregnate your females. Our race is becoming extinct." Pip smiled.
    The Reverend and the other men stood in front of the women. "We will not
    allow that! No! No! No!" Rev. Al shook his head no. Bizzzzzzzzzzzzzz!
    "Your women have been impregnated. Thank you and have a nice day!"
    Pip smiled.

    There was a flash of light. Rev. Al and his flock popped out of the sky and splashed
    down into the river Jordan. "Hallelujah! The Lord has set us free!" the reverend's
    wife exclaimed; "Where are my panties?" The women covered themselves with
    palm branches for shame of their nakedness.

    "Those bug eyed bastards! God will punish them!" Rev. Al was red faced.
    He waved his arms about making fists. Then, exhausted, plopped his bare
    butt down on the shore of the river Jordon.

      A hymn echoed from the clouds, "Hallelujah! Hallelujah!"

   

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