“Forgive me Father, for I have sinned,” the girl said at confession.
“What have you done my child?” asked her priest.
“I called a man a son of a bitch,” she told him.
“And why did you call him a son of a bitch?” he asked.
“Because he touched my hand,” she answered.
“Like this?” said the priest, as he touches her hand.
“Yes, Father.”
“That’s no reason to call a man a son of a bitch.”
“Then he touched my breast.”
“Like this?” he asked, as he touched her breast.
“Yes, Father.”
“That’s still no reason to call him a son of a bitch.”
“Then he took off my clothes, father.”
“Like this?” he inquired, as he takes off her clothes.
“Yes, Father.”
“That’s no reason to call him a son of a bitch.”
“Then he stuck his you know what into my you know where,” she confessed. “Like this?” the priest asked as he stuck his you know what into her you know where.
“Yes, Father! YES, Father!! YES FATHER!!!”
After a few minutes, the priest said, “That’s no reason to call him a son of a bitch.”
“But Father, then he told me he has AIDS!”
“THAT SON OF A BITCH!!!”
