When I was a lad
I was out poaching on the bishop's grounds. I'd just snared a big hare when the bishop came running over to the woodland where I was hiding. I ducked down behind a bush and the bishop lifted his cassock and produced an almight shyte right in front of me, completely unaware that I was there. I slit open the hare and for a larf, dumped the hares guts on top of the steaming heap of turds.
My dad saw the bishop later that day and asked how he was. The bishop was looking rather peaky and told him, "Well I think the Mother's Union forced me to eat to many fairy cakes and as a result I was forced to jump in the bushes to answer the call of nature. When I looked down to see what I had done, as you do, I was horrified to see that I had excreted all my guts too". My dad was shocked and asked him what on earth he had done about it. The bishop replied, "Well first of all I prayed and with God's good grace and the ease of my stick, I managed to get them all back up again".
( Captn Hood-Butter is not dead yet., Wed 31 Mar 2010, 0:44, 2 replies, latest was 16 years ago)

Silent office mirth of shaking shoulder variety.
Thank you.
(porkylips looks better as the sun goes down., Wed 31 Mar 2010, 9:12, Reply)

Jethro
I've heard Jethro tell that one!
(stubbledchin, Wed 31 Mar 2010, 13:07, Reply)