That Son of a Btch!
MrBojangles
Published
08/24/2008
Girl: "Forgive me father for I have sinned."
Priest: "What have you done my child?"
Girl: "I called a man a son of a b#tch."
Priest: "Why did you call him a son of a b#tch?"
Girl: "Because he touched my hand."
Priest: "Like this?" (as he touches her hand)
Girl: "Yes father."
Priest: "That's no reason to call a man a son of a b#tch."
Girl: "Then he touched my breast."
Priest: "Like this?" (as he touched her breast)
Girl: "Yes father."
Priest: "That's no reason to call him a son of a b#tch."
Girl: "Then he took off my clothes, father."
Priest: "Like this?" (as he takes off her clothes)
Girl: "Yes father."
Priest: "That's no reason to call him a son of a b#tch."
Girl: "Then he stuck his you know what into my you know where."
Priest: "Like this?" (as he stuck his
Priest: "What have you done my child?"
Girl: "I called a man a son of a b#tch."
Priest: "Why did you call him a son of a b#tch?"
Girl: "Because he touched my hand."
Priest: "Like this?" (as he touches her hand)
Girl: "Yes father."
Priest: "That's no reason to call a man a son of a b#tch."
Girl: "Then he touched my breast."
Priest: "Like this?" (as he touched her breast)
Girl: "Yes father."
Priest: "That's no reason to call him a son of a b#tch."
Girl: "Then he took off my clothes, father."
Priest: "Like this?" (as he takes off her clothes)
Girl: "Yes father."
Priest: "That's no reason to call him a son of a b#tch."
Girl: "Then he stuck his you know what into my you know where."
Priest: "Like this?" (as he stuck his
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