A teenage boy named Tommy went to church to admit his sins.
“Forgive me, Father, for I’ve sinned,” he whispered. “I’ve been playing around with a free woman.”
The priest instantly acknowledged the voice. “Is that you just, Tommy O’Shaughnessy?”
“Sure, Father, it’s.”
“And who was the woman?” the priest requested eagerly.
“I can’t inform you, Father. I don’t wish to smash her repute.”
“Nicely, Tommy, I’m certain to search out out in the end,” the priest coaxed. “Was it Patricia Fitzgerald?”
“I can’t say, Father.”
“Was it Lisa O’Shanter?”
“My lips are sealed.”
“Was it Cathy O’Dell? Fiona Mallory? Brenda O’Malley?”
To each title, Tommy remained fiercely silent.
Sighing in frustration, the priest lastly gave up. “Nicely, Tommy, I love your loyalty, however a sin is a sin. On your penance, you might be suspended from being an altar boy for the following 4 months. Now go and behave your self.”
Tommy nodded, left the sales space, and walked again to his pew. His finest buddy, Sean, instantly leaned over and whispered, “Nicely? What did he provide you with?”
Tommy grinned from ear to ear and whispered again,
“4 months of trip and 5 scorching new leads!”
