Cover Your Ears, Johnny

My Great Grandmother Claude never thought twice about telling one of her jokes.

Anytime.

Anywhere.

She thought everyone would love to hear her read one of the spicy jokes that she had tucked away in that big, black purse.

When I was younger, mom would say, “Here she goes again! Cover your ears, Johnny!” Of course, I could still hear. Here’s one of my favorites.

(Warning: 1960’s adult humor ahead)

There was a new minister who moved in to town and he wanted to go around to his church members’ homes and introduce himself. He walked up to the first house and knocked on the door. An elderly woman answered and said, “Why you look just like Conway Twitty!”

He said “Why thank you ma’am but I not. I’m your new minister and I just wanted to come by and introduce myself.”

He went to the next house and knocked on the door. Another elderly woman answered and said, "Why you look just like Conway Twitty!”

The minister said, “Why thank you ma’am but I’m just your new minister and I wanted to come by and introduce myself.”

He continued on his journey and knocked on the door of the next house. He could hear a voice say, “Just a minute!” He waited until a beautiful young woman answered the door, wrapped only in a towel, holding it together in the front.

As she opened the door, she threw her hands in the air and screamed, “Oh my gosh! It’s Conway Twitty!”

As her towel fell to the floor, the minister said in his deepest voice, “Hello Darlin’!”

And there’s more to come! From the mind of me.