Hey Ireland, and you thought those pedo priests were bad.

4 Responses to Hey Ireland, and you thought those pedo priests were bad.

1. daddy warbucks | February 29, 2012 at 9:21 pm |

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2. HUH? | February 29, 2012 at 9:28 pm |

   A priest was being honored at his retirement dinner after 25 years in the parish. A leading local politician and member of the congregation was chosen to make the presentation and to give a little speech at the dinner. However, since the politician was delayed, the priest decided to say his own few words while they waited:

   “I got my first impression of the parish from the first confession I heard here. I thought I had been assigned to a terrible place. The very first person who entered my confessional told me he had stolen a television set and, when questioned by the police, was able to lie his way out of it. He had stolen money from his parents, embezzled from his employer, had an affair with his boss’s wife, taken illegal drugs. I was appalled. But as the days went on, I learned that my people were not all like that and I had, indeed, come to a fine parish full of good and loving people.”

   Just as the priest finished his talk, the politician arrived full of apologies at being late. He immediately began to make the presentation and gave his talk:

   “I’ll never forget the first day our parish priest arrived,” said the politician. “In fact, I had the honor of being the first person to go to him for confession.”

3. HUH? | February 29, 2012 at 9:35 pm |

   I read this in an Irish paper this morning: Priest Shortage In Dublin. So you see, there is some good news in the world. … To give you an idea how bad it is, earlier today in North Dublin an alter boy had to grope himself.

4. Blow_In | March 1, 2012 at 12:26 pm |

   “Give them the old blarney” says me. Flatter them with flowery verbiage, take them golfing, get them drunk, promise them anything and make lots of excuses. A brown envelope or two in the right hands may help also.

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