“Bless me Father, for I have sinned. I have been with a loose girl”.
The priest asks, “Is that you, little Joseph Donachie?”
“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, Joseph, I’m sure to find out her name sooner or later, so you may as well tell me now.
“Was it Alice Smith?”
“I cannot say.”
“Was it Teresa Griffiths?”
“I’ll never tell.”
“Was it Nacy Beacham?”
“I’m sorry, but I cannot name her.”
“Was it Cathy Pearson?”
“My lips are sealed.”
“Was it Louise Phillips, then?”
“Please, Father, I cannot tell you.”
The priest sighs in frustration. “You’re very tight lipped, Joseph Donachie and I admire that. But you’ve sinned and have to atone. You cannot be an altar boy now for 4 months. Now you go and behave yourself.”
Joseph walks back to his pew and his friend, Brian, slides over and whispers, “What’d you get?”
“4 months holiday and five good leads.”
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