Around here you liable to get a visit from the preacher at any time. Sometime it's just a drop-by to say hello. And sometime it's a visit to let you know the preacher thinks you on the wrong path in life. Horace Quagmire were visited by the minister of the church where he used to be a regular member. I say used to be 'cause Horace ain't darkened the church door in more than a year. And he's been spending a lot of time sitting on a barstool down at the Do-Drop-Inn what is a beer joint. Horace told the preacher, "It just ain't my fault. The blame comes to my wife and mostly to Doctor Hogg." He went on to explain how his hearing were getting real bad, so bad his wife had to write little notes to him. One of these messages told him she had made him a appointment with the ear doctor and he better be there. Well he went and the doctor telled him good news. It warn't nothing but a big buildup of ear wax what the doctor took out then and there. Horace said he could hear things what he hadn't heard in years. But some of the things warn't good. He said between things the preacher said in church and what his wife was talking about day and night, he had had no idea what a bad person he were. He claimed nobody at the Do-Drop-Inn said bad stuff about him.
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