The truth of touch
A local preacher was paying a visit to one of his church members on a Friday night, and heard a loud laughter and the sounds of a party as he approached.
He knocked on the door and the parishioner answered. Behind him, he saw a circle of men, naked from the waist down, with blindfolded women moving from man to man, fondling each man's package, and trying to guess whom it was by just tactile perceptions.
The preacher, seeing this, said, "I'm sorry. I don't think I'd fit in here right now."
"Nonsense," the church member replied. "Your name's been called three or more times already!"
