A blondie went to confession and said to the priest, “I’m pregnant.”
He asked, “How did this happen, my child?”
She said, “I think it must be the second coming.”
The priest, shocked by this reply, asked,
“What makes you think it’s the second coming?”
She replied, “Because I swallowed the first one, father.
A young woman with golden blonde hair walked into the small, quiet confessional booth of the church. She crossed herself before settling into the dimly lit space, her fingers nervously clutching her hands together. The priest, an elderly man with a kind yet puzzled expression, greeted her warmly.
A blondie went to confession and said to the priest, “I’m pregnant.”
He asked, “How did this happen, my child?”
She said, “I think it must be the second coming.”
The priest, shocked by this reply, asked,
“What makes you think it’s the second coming?”
She replied, “Because I swallowed the first one, father.
A young woman with golden blonde hair walked into the small, quiet confessional booth of the church. She crossed herself before settling into the dimly lit space, her fingers nervously clutching her hands together. The priest, an elderly man with a kind yet puzzled expression, greeted her warmly.
