Hi Gang,
Today we have a story about a boy in a confessional box with his priest.
Bromo in Chicken Country calling the HOGS with a blonde 'thingy' before join the boy.
Back in the old west, there was a need to connect the east and the west with
a telegraph line. The Manager of the project advertised for workers to
complete the job. Three groups responded. A team of Irishmen, a group of
Italians, and a final team composed of Blondes.
Since none of the groups would work with anyone from the other two groups,
the project supervisor decided to assign each group to a different part of
the line, and then see which team set the most poles.
The first task was to set the poles. The Supervisor sent each group out to a
different location. Before they left, he advised all three groups that the
one to bury the most poles today, would receive a bonus.
At the end of the day, the foreman of the Italians reported back to the
Supervisor. The Supervisor inquired of him how many poles had been set by
his team. He answered 48. The Supervisor was delighted. He advised the
Italian to stay awhile until he heard how the Irishmen and the Blondes had
done...
Next to report was the foreman of the Irishmen group. When asked, he
reported that they had set 53 poles that day. Again the Superivsor was
thrilled. He dismissed the Italian foreman and asked the Irishman to remain
until the Blondes checked in.
A little while later the Blonde forewoman reported to the Supervisor. "How
many poles did your group set?" He asked. "Two." Replied the Blonde
forewoman.
"What! Just, two!" exclaimed the Supervisor. "The Italians set 48 poles, and
the Irishmen set 53. How could you Blondes have only set two poles?"
"It may be true the Italians and Irishmen buried more poles than us,"
replied the Blonde. "But you should see how much of the poles those bozos
left sticking out of the ground!"
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Today we have a story about a boy in a confessional box with his priest.
Bromo in Chicken Country calling the HOGS with a blonde 'thingy' before join the boy.
Back in the old west, there was a need to connect the east and the west with
a telegraph line. The Manager of the project advertised for workers to
complete the job. Three groups responded. A team of Irishmen, a group of
Italians, and a final team composed of Blondes.
Since none of the groups would work with anyone from the other two groups,
the project supervisor decided to assign each group to a different part of
the line, and then see which team set the most poles.
The first task was to set the poles. The Supervisor sent each group out to a
different location. Before they left, he advised all three groups that the
one to bury the most poles today, would receive a bonus.
At the end of the day, the foreman of the Italians reported back to the
Supervisor. The Supervisor inquired of him how many poles had been set by
his team. He answered 48. The Supervisor was delighted. He advised the
Italian to stay awhile until he heard how the Irishmen and the Blondes had
done...
Next to report was the foreman of the Irishmen group. When asked, he
reported that they had set 53 poles that day. Again the Superivsor was
thrilled. He dismissed the Italian foreman and asked the Irishman to remain
until the Blondes checked in.
A little while later the Blonde forewoman reported to the Supervisor. "How
many poles did your group set?" He asked. "Two." Replied the Blonde
forewoman.
"What! Just, two!" exclaimed the Supervisor. "The Italians set 48 poles, and
the Irishmen set 53. How could you Blondes have only set two poles?"
"It may be true the Italians and Irishmen buried more poles than us,"
replied the Blonde. "But you should see how much of the poles those bozos
left sticking out of the ground!"
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Bless Me, Father!
Tommy Shaughnessy enters the confessional box and says, "Bless me, Father,
for I have sinned. I have been with a loose woman." The priest asks, "Is
that you, little Tommy Shaughnessy?"
"Yes, Father, it is."
"And who was the woman you were with?"
"I can't be tellin' you, Father. I don't want to ruin her reputation."
"Well, Tommy, I'm sure to find out sooner or later, so you may as well tell
me now. Was it Brenda O'Malley?"
"I cannot say."
"Was it Patricia Kelly?"
"I'll never tell."
"Was it Liz Shannon?"
"I'm sorry, but I'll not tell her name."
"Was it Cathy Morgan?"
"My lips are sealed."
"Was it Fiona McDonald, then?"
"Please, Father, I cannot tell you."
The priest sighs in frustration. "You're a steadfast lad, Tommy Shaughnessy,
and I admire that. But you've sinned, and you must atone. Be off with you
now."
Tommy walks back to his pew. His friend Sean slides over and whispers,
"What'd you get?"
"Five good leads," says Tommy.
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