Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Feeling his Irish roots tugging at him this St. Patrick's Day, Vance decided to head down to the the Catholic Church and hit the confessional. There he spied a fully equipped bar with Guinness on tap. On the other wall was a dazzling array of the finest cigars and chocolates. Then the priest came in.

"Father, forgive me," Vance said, "I've never really been to confession, but I must admit that the confessional box is much more inviting than the Protestants told me it was."

The priest replied, "Get out. You're on my side."

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