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An inexperienced, newly appointed Curate, crippled with nerves, arrived for his first appointment at the Bishop's Palace.
He was to meet his new 'boss' the Bishop for the first time.
Having been awake all night, he was feeling unsure of himself and far from well.
He struck the large door knocker far too hard and the door was opened by the grim-faced Bishop's butler.
He was silently shephered into the Bishop's fine drawing room.
The Bishop stood there conferring with his rather severe-looking wife.
"Good morning my good fellow," boomed the Bishop across the room in his usual euphonious tones.
"Good morning, my Lord," he timorously replied and gave a respectful bow lowering his head.
Unfortunately, as he lowered himself, he exploded a most resounding and tight, lengthy fart.
The Bishop's wife in return gave out a resounding high-pitched shriek of horror and stepped backwards.
The non-plussed Bishop drew in breath and chokingly boomed, " Sir! How dare you pass wind before my wife!"
In the total embarrassment, confusion - and completely over-awed by the whole situation,
the pale-faced young curate, breathlessly replied:
"I'm so terribly sorry, my Lord, but I just didn't realise that it was her turn."
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