Irish Priest

[Xiphos]

Father O’Malley rose from his bed one morning. 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 Jones. How might I help you?’

‘And the best of the day te yerself. This is Father O’Malley at St. Ann’s Catholic Church. There’s a jackass lying dead in me front lawn and would ye be so kind as to send a couple o’yer lads to take care of the matter?’

Sergeant Jones, 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 the last rites!’

There was dead silence on the line for a long moment….

Father O’Malley then replied: ‘Aye, ’tis certainly true; but we are also obliged to notify the next of kin.’

[CTR man]

Nothing like the luck of the Irish.