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To: Pogeu Mahone who wrote (122847)	6/2/2010 12:35:25 PM
From: Knighty Tin	Respond to of 132070

A thread member gave me this one, so forgive my plagiarism: A Catholic had not been to Church or confession for decades and he was beginning to fear for his soul. "Go to confession," his wife said. "I hate that little box you sit in," the man said. "It's uncomfortable, it's hot and sometimes you have to wait for the Priest to show up." "That was the old days," his wife said. "It's much nicer now." So, the guy walked into the church and headed for the confession box. He walked in, and there was a plush chair in the cool, air conditioned room. He sat down and said, "man, this is an improvement." Then he looked at a small table, and there was a bottle of single malt Scotch. "Wow, they are doing this thing up right," the man says to himself, pouring a healthy portion of the ambrosia into a glass. Next to the scotch were some expensive and illegal Cuban cigars. He grabbed a handful and put them in his shirt pocket. "I should have come back sooner. I've been missing a lot." Then he heard the door on the other side open and the priest walked in. "Father, it has been a long time since I've been to confession, but you guys sure have improved things." "Get out of there, you idiot, you're on my side!"