Father O'Malley
Posted: Thu Sep 28, 2006 1:50 pm
Father O'Malley rose from his bed. It was a fine spring day in his new
Missouri 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.
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 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 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."
Missouri 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.
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 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 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."
