Going to confession can be a bit embarrassing. You don’t want to feel judged, but it feels really good afterwards to have gotten your problems off your chest. The girl in this story probably agrees – but I wouldn’t say the same for the priest!
Girl: “Forgive me father, for I have sinned.”
Priest: “What have you done, my child?”
Girl: “I called a man a son of a bitch.”
Priest: “Why did you call him a son of a bitch?”
Girl: “Because he touched my hand.”
Priest: “Like this?” (as he touches her hand)
Girl: “Yes father.”
Priest: “That’s no reason to call a man a son of a bitch.”
Girl: “Then he touched my breast.”
Priest: “Like this?” (as he touched her breast)
Girl: “Yes father.”
Priest: “That’s no reason to call him a son of a bitch.”
Girl: “Then he took off my clothes, father.”
Priest: “Like this?” (as he takes off her clothes)
Girl: “Yes father.”
Priest: “That’s no reason to call him a son of a bitch.”
Girl: “Then he stuck his you know what into my you know where.”
Priest: “Like this?” (as he stuck his you know what into her you know where)
Girl: “YES FATHER, YES FATHER, YES FATHER!!!”
(after a few minutes)
Priest: “That’s no reason to call him a son of a bitch.”
Girl: “But father, he had herpes!”
Priest: “THAT SON OF A BITCH!!!”