‘Bless me Father, for I have sinned. I have been with a loose girl’.
The priest asks, ‘Is that you, little Ernie?’
‘Yes, Father, it is.’
‘And who was the girl you were with?’
‘I can’t tell you, Father. I don’t want to ruin her reputation’.
“Well, Ernie, 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.’
‘Was it Teresa Mazzarelli?’
‘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 DiAngelo, then?’
‘Please, Father, I cannot tell you.’
The priest sighs in frustration. ‘You’re very tight lipped, 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 behave yourself.’
Ernie walks back to his pew, and his friend Franco slides over and whispers, ‘What’d you get?’
‘Four months vacation and five good leads.’
Thanks Gene
…sounds like the good father wanted to score…
All the loose girls are Italian. Hmm…
Hello Kate! Where have you been?!
Kate not are all
I’ve been around, I promise. But classes just started so my commenting has been sort of…less around…
Infidel, I meant in the joke. Those are all Italian names. And believe me, I know not ALL of them are Italian. What kind of name is Quarengesser, anyway?
Kate – That’s MR. Quarengesser to you.
Long live the Italians!
No. I don’t believe it, and you can’t make me.