The Minister...

...stop me if you've already heard this one


A minister walks into a motel in hopes of purchasing a room for the night.


He walks up to the counter, greets the young man on duty, pays for his room, and is given a key.


He accepts the key, studies it for a moment in his hand, then slowly turns back to the young man standing behind the counter.


Clearly disturbed, the minister leans toward the lad and mumbles, "Is the pornography channel in this room disabled?"


With his brow furrowed, a look of disgust on his face, the hotel clerk leans away from the minister, crosses his arms, and says, "No. We only have normal porn at this motel. And you're sick, Mister."