Tuesday, December 06, 2005
Money Money Money
There was a very rich Irishman who had a little dog. It meant the world to him. When the dog died, he went to the priest. “Father Murphy, my little dog is dead. I’d sure enough appreciate it if ye’d say a public mass fer ‘im.”
“Sorry, Patrick,” said the priest,“We don’t say mass fer dogs ‘n’ the like. But you go on down there to the Protestant church.With their progressive thinking,who knows what they’ll do.”
“Well, Father, I wouldn’t want to offend them. Do ya think a donation of a 100,000 pounds would be fitting fer such a service?” Patrick asked.
“Now, Patrick, why didn’t ye tell me that there little dog was a Catholic in the first place!!!”