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Friday, February 26, 2010

Irish Priest

An Irish priest was transferred to Texas. Father O'Malley rose from his bed one morning. It was a fine spring day in his new Texas mission parish.

He walked to the window of his bedroom to get a deep breath of the beautiful day outside.

He then noticed there was a jackass lying dead in the middle of his front lawn.

He promptly called the local police station......The conversation went like this:

''Good morning, This is Sergeant Jones, How might I help you?''

''And the best of the day te yerself. This is Father O'Malley at St. Ann 's Catholic Church. There's a jackass lying dead in me front lawn.

Sergeant Jones, considering himself to be quite a wit, replied with a smirk,

''Well now Father, it was always my impression that you people took care of the last rites!''

There was dead silence on the line for a long moment..........................................

Father O'Malley then replied: ''Aye, 'tis certainly true; but we are also obliged to notify the next of kin.''

You have to get up pretty early to out wit an Irish priest.

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