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Showing posts with label Confession. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Confession. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 9, 2008

- ITALIAN CATHOLIC Boy's Confession

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ITALIAN CATHOLIC Boy's Confession -


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

The priest asks, "Is that you, young Joey Parisi ?"

"Yes, Father, it is me ...Joey."

"And who was the girl you were with?"

"I can't tell you, Father, I don't want to ruin her reputation."

"Well, Joey, I'm sure to find out her name sooner or later, so you may as well tell me now. Was it Tina Minetti?"

"I cannot say Father."

"Was it Teresa Volpe?"

"I'll never tell."

"Was it Nina Capelli?"

"I'm sorry, but I cannot name her."

"Was it Cathy Piriano?"

"My lips are sealed."

"Was it Rosa Di Angelo, then?"

"Please, Father, I cannot tell you."

The priest sighs in frustration.
"You're very tight lipped, Joey Parisi, 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 try to behave yourself."

Joey walks back to his pew, and his friend Franco slides over and whispers,
"What'd you get?"


"4 months vacation and five new names !!!"
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Gotta Love Those Italians ......GOD CERTAINLY DOES ..!

Thursday, November 8, 2007

- SUBJECT: New Texas Priest

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Subject: New Texas Priest

The new priest, born and raised in Texas , is nervous about hearing confessions, so he asks the older priest to sit in on his sessions and give any advice.

The new priest hears a couple of confessions, then the old priest asks him to step out of the confessional for a few suggestions.

The old priest suggests, "Cross your arms over your chest, and rub your chin with one hand and try saying things like 'yes, I see,' and 'yes, go on,' and 'I understand''.

The new priest crosses his arms, rubs his chin with one hand and repeats all the suggested remarks to the old priest.

The old priest says, ... "Now, don't you think that's a better than slapping your knee and saying, "No shit... what happened next?"