An Old Priest Who Got Sick Of All The People.

There was an old priest who got sick of all the people in his parish who kept confessing secrets.

One Sunday, in the pulpit, he said,

“If I hear one more person confess secret, I’ll quit!”

Well, everyone liked him, so they came up with a code word. Someone who had committed adu***** would say they had “fallen”.

This seemed to satisfy the old priest and things went well, until the priest died at a ripe old age.

About a week after the new priest arrived.

He visited the mayor of the town and seemed very concerned.

The priest said,

“You have to do something about the pavements in town. When people come into the confessional, they keep talking about having fallen.”

The mayor started to laugh, realizing that no one had told him about the code word.

Before the mayor could explain, the priest shook an accusing finger and said,

“I don’t know what you’re laughing about, but your wife fell three times this week.”