So there was this backwoods appalachian couple who never missed a church service. Sunday morning & evening, thursdays, revivals it didn't matter. The husband was a coal miner and a very proud man. The wife a homemaker and mother, with one interesting habit.

No matter how many times she has already done it, everytime the preacher at the local Church of Christ, makes an alter call she would practically run up there. (for those that aren't familiar with alter calls. Various times during the service the preacher will call for those that need to be closer to god, or those that are wanting to commit to Jesus, to come up and in some pentecostal churches this can be done more than once during a service. Usually the preacher will lay hands on some and pray with them.)

Well the after twenty odd years of this type of thing, the husband had enough. He told her before they left for service "Dangit June, if you get up for one more alter call, I'm gonna plant my boot in your behind in front of everyone!" Well they talked it over and she agreed.

So service began and sure enough the preacher called anyone that needed help up to the alter. June fidgeted but stayed in place. Well as the service was about to end, the preacher made another, she tried, but her compulsion was too great and she ran up there. The husband couldn't believe it, at first he just stared and then decided when he made a promise he kept it. So he got up walked right behind his wife. And then proceeded to kick her in the posterior with his steel toed workboot.

Broke three of the preacher fingers. (C'mon think about it. That's funny.):lolhit: