Friday, March 20, 2009

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

The priest asks, 'Is that you, little Tommy Hebert?'

'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, Tommy Hebert, I'm sure to find out her name sooner or later so you may as well tell me now. Was it Tina Leblanc?'

'I cannot say.'

'Was it Teresa Thibodeaux?'

'I'll never tell.'

'Was it Nina Boudreaux?'

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

'Was it Cathy Breaux?'

'My lips are sealed.'

'Was it Rosa Robicheaux, then?'

'Please, Father, I cannot tell you.'

The priest sighs in frustration. 'You're very tight lipped, Tommy Hebert, 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.'

Tommy walks back to his pew, and his friend Marcel slides over and whispers, 'What'd you get?'

"4 months vacation and five good leads."

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