Ghetto Native

Girl: “Forgive me father for I
have sinned.”
Priest: “What have you done
my child?” Girl: “I called a man a son of a
BlTCH.”
Priest: “Why did you call him a
son of a BlTCH?”
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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 BlTCH.” 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 BlTCH.” 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 BlTCH.” Girl: “Then he stuck his you
know what into my you
know where.”
Priest: “Like this?” (as he stuck
his you know what into her
you know where) Girl: “YES FATHER, YES
FATHER, YES FATHER!!!”
Priest: (after a few minutes):
“That’s no reason to call him a
son of a BlTCH.” Girl: “But father he had AIDS!”
Priest: “THAT SON OF A BlTCH!!!”