Et hold-up

Er det ikke sådan det hedder? Jeg kommer nok ikke til at bruge den på søndag, så derfor... værsgo:

A certain Irish priest, newly arrived in New York, decided to visit the section known as the Bowery, haven of homeless alcoholics and other derelicts. As he walked along one of the Bowery blocks at night he suddenly felt a gun against his ribs. Then he heard a raspy voice: "All right mister, gimme all your money!" Quickly, he reached for his wallet and handed it over to the thief, but as he did, the holdup man noticed his clerical collar. The thief was overcome with shame. He said, "Forgive me Father. I didn't know you were a priest. "To which the priest replied, "That's all right, son. Just repent of your sin. Here have a cigar." The thief replied, "Oh, no, thank-you Father" as he handed the wallet back to the priest, "I don't smoke during Lent."

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