Over near England is a little island near the Isle of Man, and a very perculiar thing about this island is that they don't believe in automobiles, and the climate is such that they can't keep horses, so everyone has a donkey or what is more commonly known as an ass.

Now everyone, as I have said, has an ass. Some people have ordinary asses, asses that you wouldn't look at twice, while other people have extraordinary asses, Take the mayor, for example. Now he has an ass that no one would look at twice, but the mayor's wife has a beautiful ass. People who really know asses say that she has one of the finest asses they have ever seen, and men often stop her as she goes through the marketplace to pat her ass.

On Sunday, everyone rides to church on their asses. Of course, sometimes the boys ride the girl's asses, and sometimes the girls ride the boy's asses. On this particular Sunday the preacher had to leave immediately following the services and he figured he'd better have his ass handy, so he tied it just outside of the window. During the services a fire broke out and, of course, everyone ran to save their ass. The preacher jumped out of the window expecting to land on his ass, but there was a hole there and he fell into the hole instead, which only goes to prove that even a preacher doesn't know his ass from a hole in the ground.