Seems this young fellow had just graduated from Baptist seminary and
was intent on finding the most pure, untouched christian virgin
Baptist sweet thing for his wife. After quite a bit of searching, he
found exactly the young woman for whom he was searching — right there
in the front row of the First Baptist Church choir.

He was so delighted that God had saved this precious virgin for him
that he told everyone he knew how blessed he was.

After a pleasant courtship, they were married and headed out for their
honeymoon.

Upon arriving at the resort where they would spend the next few days,
they checked into their room and he slipped into the bathroom to brush
his teeth and to prepare for what lay ahead (no pun intended).

Upon emerging from the bathroom, there he saw his fine, innocent,
virgin new bride stretched out on the king-sized bed, wearing only her
birthday suit with her, uh-h-h-h, her, uh, private parts wide open.

“WHAT IS THIS???” The young seminarian shrieked as he hid his eyes
from this evil. “I expected to find you beside the bed on your
knees!!!!”

To which his blushing bride replied, “Well, I can do it that way but
it makes my knees hurt after a while.”