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Default Re: Good, Clean Christian Jokes - 11-20-2006, 01:45 PM

There's no joke to equal the old catlick joke.
This one is authentic, from well over a century ago--
before the advent of the telephone rendered obsolete the quaint custom of "making calls" in person.



One fine Saturday morn
two Belfast biddies made their unnecessary rounds,
calling to faint acquaintances' homes.

It was 10AM.

"Oh, look, see! There be the Bishop's house"
"Let's call!"
"Oh, yes, let's do."

ring ring

A sullen charwoman cracked the door.

"Pray tell is the lord Bishop to home?"

"Yes but he won't be seein' the likes of you. He's still a'bed."

The biddies gazed one at the other.
The moonier of them cooed,
"Ah, asleep in the arms of Morpheus."

The charwoman snapped off as the front door smacked shut,
"I don't know his name. I only know he is a sailor."
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