The priest in a small Irish village loved his chickens that he kept in the coop behind the church. One Sunday morning before mass, he went to feed the birds and discovered that the **** was missing. He knew about the **** fights in the village, so he decided to question his parishioners in church.
During mass, he asked his congregation, “Has anybody got a ****?”
All the men stood up.
“No, no, that wasn't what I meant. Has anybody seen a ****?”
All the women stood up.
“No, no, that wasn't what I meant either. Has anybody seen a **** that doesn't belong to them?”
Half the women stood up !
“No, no, no, that wasn't what I meant. What I really really mean is, has anybody seen MY ****?”
Sixteen altar boys, two priests and a goat stood up.
During mass, he asked his congregation, “Has anybody got a ****?”
All the men stood up.
“No, no, that wasn't what I meant. Has anybody seen a ****?”
All the women stood up.
“No, no, that wasn't what I meant either. Has anybody seen a **** that doesn't belong to them?”
Half the women stood up !
“No, no, no, that wasn't what I meant. What I really really mean is, has anybody seen MY ****?”
Sixteen altar boys, two priests and a goat stood up.
