Let It Rip Brother Or Sister.

In the quietness of the church.
A loud high on the richter scale power fart explodes.
The vicar looks up to the heavens.
And says lord was that you.
No answer.
Then another high on the richter scale power fart explodes.
The vicar looks at the congregation.
And says what one of you mother fuckers can’t hold their gaseous farts.
No answer.
Then as everyone was kneeling to pray.
Another high on the richter scale power fart explodes.
This time it smelt like a skunks hairy arsehole.
The vicar coughed and screamed lord have mercy on his or her soul.
One of the congregation shouted lord have mercy not on his or her soul but on his or her stinky arsehole.
The vicar yelled abandon ship before we all die of this poisonous smell.
As everyone was leaving the now highly toxic church building another high on the richter scale power fart exploded.
This time the power of the fart blew the bloody roof off the now weak structure church building.
They never did find out who the high on the richter scale power farter was.
But now every sunday they hold their church service outside in the fresh air summer and winter.
The shell shocked vicar said he ain’t never going to take any chances of preaching inside ever again.