An Irish Lad’s Confession

I’ve decided things are just getting too darned serious and, since I’m struggling to handle that, I thought it was time to lighten up a bit…

An Irish Lad’s Confession:

“Bless me Father, for I have sinned. I have been with a loose girl.”

The priest asks, “Is that you, Dicky?”

“Yes, Father, it is.”

“And who was the girl you were with?”

“I can’t tell you, Father, I don’t want to ruin her reputation.”

“Well, Dicky, I’m sure to find out her name sooner or later, so you may as well tell me now. Was it Mary Walsh?”

“I cannot say.”

“Was it Teresa Brown?”

“I’ll never tell.”

“Was it Margaret Doyle?”

“I’m sorry, but I cannot name her.”

“Was it Anne O’Neil?”

“My lips are sealed.”

“Was it Catherine O’Toole, then?”

“Please, Father, I really cannot tell you.”

The priest sighs in frustration. “You’re very tight lipped Dicky, and I admire that but you’ve sinned and have to atone. You cannot be an altar boy now for four months. Now you go and behave yourself.”

Dicky walks back to his pew and his friend Tommy slides over and whispers, “What d’you get?”

“Four Months holiday and five good leads.”

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