tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748920856459488211.post-50566467703024830942008-02-22T15:58:00.003Z2008-02-23T09:27:42.780Z<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kGD_KvOuMfc/R77xneA97bI/AAAAAAAAAMY/OH2exzZG_t4/s1600-h/confession.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kGD_KvOuMfc/R77xneA97bI/AAAAAAAAAMY/OH2exzZG_t4/s200/confession.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169835082642222514" /></a><br />ITALIAN BOY'S CONFESSION <br /> <br />"Bless me Father, for I have sinned. I have been with a loose girl" <br /> <br />The priest asks, 'Is that you, little Joey Pagano?' <br /> <br />"Yes, Father, it is." <br /> <br />'And who was the girl you were with?' <br /> <br />"I can't tell you, Father, I don't want to ruin her reputation"<br /><br />'Well, Joey, I'm sure to find out her name sooner or later, so you may as well tell me now. Was it Tina Minetti?' <br /> <br />"I cannot say"<br /> <br />'Was it Teresa Mazzarelli?' <br /> <br />"I'll never tell"<br /> <br />'Was it Nina Capelli?' <br /> <br />"I'm sorry, but I cannot name her" <br /> <br />'Was it Cathy Piriano?' <br /> <br />"My lips are sealed" <br /> <br />'Was it Rosa Di Angelo, then?'<br /> <br />"Please, Father, I cannot tell you" <br /> <br />The priest sighs in frustration. 'You're very tight lipped, Joey Pagano, and I admire that. But you've sinned and have to atone. You cannot be an altar boy now for 4 months. Now you go and behave yourself.' <br /> <br />Joey walks back to his pew, and his friend Franco slides over<br />and whispers, 'What'd you get?'<br /><br />"4 months holiday and five good leads."idlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09938525768274527540noreply@blogger.com