Here’s a little joke to get you laughing:
It was a fine spring day in his new Washington D.C. parish.
A priest walked to the window of his bedroom to get a deep breath of the
beautiful day outside.
He then noticed there was a donkey lying dead in the middle of
his front lawn.
He promptly called the White House.
The conversation went like this:
“Good morning. This is Barack Obama. How might I help you?”
“And the best of the day te yerself . This is Father O’Malley at St.
Ann’s Catholic Church. There’s a donkey lying dead on me front lawn
and would ye be so kind as to send a couple o’yer lads to take care of
Barack, considering himself to be quite a wit and recognizing the
Irish accent, thought he would have a little fun with the good father,
replied, “Well now Father, it was always my impression that you people
took care of the last rites!”
There was dead silence on the line for a moment…
Father O’Malley then replied:
“Aye, ’tis certainly true, but we are also obliged to notify the next
of kin first, which is the reason for me call.”