My 80 something year old mother sent this one to me, and she's not
even Catholic.

A new priest, born and raised in Texas, is nervous about
hearing**confessions, so he asks the older priest to sit in on his
sessions.
*
The new priest hears a couple of confessions, then the old priest asks
*him to step out of the confessional for a few suggestions. *

The old priest suggests, "Cross your arms over your chest, and rub your
*chin with one hand and try saying things like 'yes, I see,' and 'yes,
go
*on,' and 'I understand.'"
*
The new priest crosses his arms, rubs his chin with one hand and repeats
*all the suggested remarks to the old priest. *

The old priest says, "Now, don't you think that's a little better than
*slapping your knee and saying, "No ****...what happened next?" *



JOAT
I do things I don't know how to do, so that I might learn how to do
them.
- Picasso

On Aug 5, 12:11 am, (J T) wrote:
My 80 something year old mother sent this one to me, and she's not
even Catholic.

A new priest, born and raised in Texas, is nervous about
hearing confessions, so he asks the older priest to sit in on his
sessions.

The new priest hears a couple of confessions, then the old priest asks
him to step out of the confessional for a few suggestions.

The old priest suggests, "Cross your arms over your chest, and rub your
chin with one hand and try saying things like 'yes, I see,' and 'yes,
go
on,' and 'I understand.'"

The new priest crosses his arms, rubs his chin with one hand and repeats
all the suggested remarks to the old priest.

The old priest says, "Now, don't you think that's a little better than
slapping your knee and saying, "No ****...what happened next?"


Not new, though. I first heard that, I think, from a girlfriend who
was Catholic...in fact her oldest brother was a priest. Army chaplain,
IIRC.

And that was one helluva long time ago. I was about 23-24 then, not
quite pre-Colombian, but close.

It's still funny.

Tue, Aug 7, 2007, 7:28pm (EDT+4) (Charlie*Self)
doth sayeth:
Not new, though. I first heard that, I think, from a girlfriend who was
Catholic...in fact her oldest brother was a priest. Army chaplain, IIRC.
And that was one helluva long time ago. I was about 23-24 then, not
quite pre-Colombian, but close.
It's still funny.

Any joke you've never heard before is new, and I'd never heard that
one. Like most good jokes, it was probably old a thousand hears before
the crusades.

What's surprising about it is that my mother sent it. And it's
actually funny. You ought to read some of the stuff she sends me. Or
not. Ah well.

Yeah Charlie, you and me both are starting to get up there.
Eventually we'll have to start saying we're senior-citizens even. Damn,
I've not even gotten used to saying I'm middle-aged yet.



JOAT
I do things I don't know how to do, so that I might learn how to do
them.
- Picasso