A girl goes to confession. “Father, I called a man a son-of-a-bitch yesterday.” “Why did you call him a son-of-a-bitch??” the priest asked. “Because, Father, he touched me on my arm without permission.” “Do you mean like this??” He touches her arm. “Yes Father.” “That’s no reason for calling him a son-of-a-bitch.” “But Father he [...]




