Boys Will Be Boys

"Big Problem"

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 Flaherty. 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 Flaherty, 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, that's certainly
true, but we are also obliged to notify the next of kin."

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"Boys Will Be Boys"

Years ago, the chaplain of the football team at Notre
Dame was a beloved old Irish priest. At confession
one day, a football player told the priest that he had
acted in an unsportsmanlike manner at a recent
football game.

"I lost my temper and said some bad words to one
of my opponents."

"Ahhh, that's a terrible thing for a Notre Dame lad
to be doin'," the priest said. He took a piece of chalk
and drew a mark across the sleeve of his coat.

"That's not all, Father. I got mad and punched one
of my opponents."

"Saints preserve us!" the priest said, making another
chalk mark.

"There's more. As I got out of a pileup, I kicked two
of the other team's players in the in the head."

"Oh, goodness me!" the priest wailed, making two
more chalk marks on his sleeve. "Who in the world
were we playin' when you did these awful things?"

He replied, "Southern Methodist."

"Ah, well," said the priest, wiping his sleeve, "boys
will be boys."
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