Confession...

The Loony Bin ( loonies@bloodaxe.demon.co.uk )
Wed, 18 Sep 1996 15:59:55 +0100


Hiya Folks...

Here's another tale from the confessional...

Wishes & Dreams...

- ANDREA
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  ------- Forwarded foolishness follows -------



A priest is hearing confessions as usual, until he hears on one side of
the confessional some loud stumbling noises and a crash. Quickly
finishing with the woman on the other side, he turns his head and opens
the sliding window. 

A rank, booze-laden smell slaps him across the face, and he chokes out
words: "What in the name of GOD?..."

A voice from the other side of the window gives off a long, slow groan.
Now the booth is flooded with another, even more foul odor!

"Who in the blazes is THAT?" bellows the priest, completely out of
patience by now.

"Oh, Father Murphy! It's O'Brien. Thank GOD you're there (hic). Tell me,
Father, is there any paper on your side?"