The Poor Box Takes a Beating

Dr. Seuss could always ruffle my feathers, and he's done so here (except somebody else did this because The Doctor is out -- way out. If you want copies of these to read, you will have to go to Bob's Dirty Book Store. $6.95 each is what I paid last.)













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A married Irishman went into the confessional and said to his priest, "I almost had an affair with another woman."

The priest said, "What do you mean?"

The Irishman said, "Well, we got undressed and rubbed together, but then I stopped."

The priest said, "Rubbing together is the same as putting it in. You're not to see that woman again. For your penance, say five Hail Marys and put $50 in the Poor Box."

The Irishmen left the confessional, said his prayers and then walked over to the Poor Box. He paused for a moment, then started to leave.

The priest, who had been watching, quickly ran over to him saying, "I saw that. You didn't put any money in the Poor Box."

The Irishman replied, "Yeah, but I rubbed the $50 on the box and, according to you, that's the same as putting it in."

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My favorite phrase today is recessional hymn. N., what's the name of the guy with no arms and no legs who is hanging on the wall? Art. Def.: The last song at Mass, often sung a little more quietly since most of the people have already left.