Saturday, September 30, 2006
Totally pointless humour. Get used to it.
For years, Muldoon lives with his dog in the Irish countryside. When the dog dies, Muldoon goes to the parish priest. "Father, could you say a mass for the poor creature?"
The priest explains, "Well, I'm sorry, Muldoon, but we just can't have services for an animal in the church. I hope you understand. But there's a new denomination church down the road. Perhaps they'll do something for you."
"Thanks," says Muldoon. "Do you think 5,000 pounds is enough to donate for the service?"
"Well, now," says the priest, "why didn't you tell me the dog was Catholic?"