AN ITALIAN BOY'S CONFESSION

'Bless me Father, for I have sinned. I have been with a loose girl'.

The priest asks, 'Is that you, little Joey Pagano?'

'Yes, Father, it is.'

'And who was the girl you were with?'


'I can't tell you, Father. I don't want to ruin her reputation'.

"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?'

'I cannot say.'

'Was it Teresa Mazzarelli?'

'I'll never tell.'

'Was it Nina Capelli?'

'I'm sorry, but I cannot name her.'

'Was it Cathy Piriano?'

'My lips are sealed.'

'Was it Rosa DiAngelo, then?'

'Please, Father, I cannot tell you.'

The priest sighs in frustration. 'You're very tight lipped, 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.'

Joey walks back to his pew, and his friend Franco slides over and whispers, 'What'd you get?'

'Four months vacation and five good leads.'

Bawhahahahahah! That's was a goodie!

This is hysterical. I must send it to my Girl's Night Out Group, all Catholic school girls.

I'm so psyched. I just sent it as a group email and even the photo copied into the email. Thanks girl!

Here's another one:

THE ITALIAN ELBOW

An Italian grandmother is giving directions to her
grown grandson who is coming to visit with his wife

'You comma to de front door of the apartamenta. I am
inna apartamenta 301. There issa bigga panel at the
front door. With you elbow, pusha button 301. I will
buzza you in.. Come inside, the elevator is on the
right. Get in, and with you elbow, pusha 3. When you
get out, I'mma on the left. With you elbow, hit my
doorbell.'

'Grandma, that sounds easy, but, why am I hitting
all these buttons with my elbow?

'What . . .You coming empty handed?'

mama mia....dat was a gooda one.

JawJaw, I've sent this one to my favorite Catholic friend, who regularly disparages priests and nuns (but he's a 'good Catholic', go figure.) Anyway, he will love it, and I was rolling too.
THX for the laugh.

LOL!!! But then again, sono innamorata dell'Italia e specialmente del "spunk" e cibo e de macho Italiani...ooooooh la la...oui, oui!