>>Father O'Malley rose from his bed. It was a fine spring day in his new
>Texas mission parish. He walked to the window of his bedroom to get a
>deep breath of the beautiful day outside. He then noticed there was a
>jackass lying dead in the middle of his 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 St.
>Brigid's. There's a jackass lying dead in me front lawn. Would ye
>be so kind as to send a couple o' yer lads to take care of the matter?"
>Sergeant Jones, considering himself to be quite a wit, replied with a
>smirk, "Well now father, it was always my impression that you people
>took care of last rites!"
>There was dead silence on the line for a long moment.
>Father O'Malley then replied: "Aye, 'tis certainly true, but we are also required to notify the next of kin."
Be who you are & say what you will,
Those that matter won't mind and those that mind don't matter.
I'm a bitter clinger, One Nation Under God.