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."
The priest replies: "Get out. You're on my side."
Not funny. And by that, I mean my pastor's been pretty cheap on adding the necessary amenities to my little box. Harumph.
ReplyDeleteSo if one is the face-to-face type of confessee, can she partake of the creature comforts too??
ReplyDeleteIt's been 2 weeks since my last confession....and I ran out of the burbon you lent me...got any more??
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