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Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Leave it to the Irish

An Irishman goes into the confessional box after years of being away from the Church.
There’s a fully equipped bar with Guinness on tap.
On the other wall is a dazzling array of the finest cigars and chocolates.
Then the priest comes in.
”Father, forgive me, for it’s been a very long time since I’ve been to confession, but I must first admit that the confessional box is much more inviting than it used to be.”
The priest replies: “Get out. You’re on my side.”

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