Version I:
A new priest, born and raised in Texas, is nervous about hearing confessions, so he asks an older priest to sit in on his sessions. The new priest hears a couple of confessions and then the old priest asks him to step out of the confessional for a few suggestions.
The old priest says, "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 his 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 way. What happened next'?"
Version II:
The last quote is "No shit. What happened next?"
I posts 'em the way I gets 'em.
From my friend in Houston.
Cute, either version. :)
ReplyDeleteHeh. It might piss off some Popoids to say so, but I wonder whether "the Cure of Ars" (St. John Vianney)---known as "the Saint of the Confessional", for hearing them up to 18 hours a day---internally had a "No shit: what happened next?!" 'tude goin' on inside his head? ;-)
ReplyDeleteJCF, I'm sure he heard a good many salacious details during the 18 hours. And true stories, too!
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