THE IRISH PRIEST AND THE JACKASS
THE IRISH PRIEST AND THE JACKASS
An Irish Priest is Transferred to Texas
He 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 to yourself. 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 to be quite a wit and recognizing the 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. Then, Father O’Malley replied, "Aye, 'tis certainly true; but we are also obliged to notify the next of kin first, which is the reason for me call."
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Emaled to me by my brother. Posted here in the hope of causing some NT members to crack a smile.. If you did, please vote it up to keep it on the Front (Home) Page long enough to bring a little cheer before it gets swept off by political ranting