Despite an atmosphere of ecumenical love and goodwill engendered by the leaders of their Churches there is continuing engrained suspicion between the Catholic and Protestant priesthood’s on the Emerald Isle.
One Sunday two priests tangled down a country lane - their cars steaming wrecks in a field. Acting in commendable compassion the Catholic prelate offered a tot of whisky to his trembling opposite number, a flask produced from under his robes. Giving him a generous swig the priest returned the flask to his pocket.
‘Arent you going to join me?’ muttered the vicar.
‘Yes, after the police arrive’ came the reply.
Neville Hunt over 6 years ago
Nice one!
Christopher over 6 years ago
I wonder what other mischief the Catholic priest has under that robe! Nice one!