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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 west 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 and would ye
be so kind as to send a couple o’yer lads to take care of the matter?”

Sergeant Jones, considering himself quite a wit and recognizing the foreign
accent, thought he would have a little fun with the good father, replied,
“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 first, which is the reason for me call.”


(contributed by : amr on 23.4.2013)

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