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Friday, May 24, A.D. 2013
Father O’Malley

Tá Críost éirithe!

Arimathea ends Latin week with an old joke that features a loveably asinine Irish priest:

Father O’Malley, an Irish Catholic priest, was transferred to a Texas parish.

Father O’Malley rose from his bed one lovely morning. It was a fine spring day. He walked to the window of his bedroom to get a deep breath of the sweet morning air.

It was then that the good man noticed a jackass—lying dead—in the middle of the rectory’s 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 Saint Ann’s Catholic Church. There’s a jackass lying dead on me front lawn.”

Sergeant Jones, considering himself to be quite a wit, replied with a smirk, ‘‘Well, now, Father O’Malley, it has always been my impression that you people took care of the last rites.’‘

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

Father O’Malley then replied, “Aye, ‘tis certainly true, my dear Sergeant Jones, but we are also obliged to notify the next of kin.”

Posted by Joseph on Friday, May 24, Anno Domini 2013
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