Two exhausted priests decided they needed a vacation somewhere far from ringing phones and church bells.
So they picked Hawaii, swearing to each other that this trip would be total undercover mode — no collars, no black clothes, nothing that even hinted at their real jobs.
As soon as they landed, they raided a souvenir shop like two kids on summer break. They walked out dressed in the loudest tourist gear imaginable — neon shirts, floral shorts, flip-flops, giant sunglasses, and straw hats so big they could pick up satellite signals.
The next morning, feeling delightfully anonymous, they strutted down the beach with fruity drinks in hand. Life was good.
Then a stunning blonde in a tiny bikini walked by, flashed a smile, and cheerfully said:
“Morning, Father. Morning, Father.”
She nodded politely to each of them and continued on her way.
The priests froze.
How in the world…?
Determined not to be recognized, they upgraded their disguises the following day — louder colors, crazier patterns, socks with sandals, hats with dangling beads. They looked like walking yard sales.
Confident they were now completely unidentifiable, they returned to the beach.
And right on schedule, the same blonde strolled by — this time wearing even less fabric than before. She stopped, grinned, and said:
“Morning, Father. Morning, Father.”
One priest nearly spilled his drink.
“Alright, we surrender! Yes, we’re priests. But HOW did you know?”
The blonde giggled, leaned closer, and whispered:
“Oh, please, Father… It’s me. Sister Angela.”
The Little Boy and the Confession
A little boy named Tommy went to church with his grandma every Sunday.
One day, Grandma told him it was time to make his first confession.
She explained, “You go into that little booth, tell the priest your sins, and he’ll forgive you.”
Tommy was nervous but agreed.
He walked into the confessional, sat down, and the priest slid open the little window.
“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned,” Tommy whispered.
The priest smiled kindly. “Go ahead, my son. What are your sins?”
Tommy took a deep breath. “Well… I stole a pencil from school… I said a bad word… and I lied to my mom.”
The priest nodded. “That’s not too bad. Anything else?”
Tommy thought hard. “Umm… oh yeah! I threw my sister’s Barbie out the window and told her she ran away.”
The priest chuckled. “Anything else?”
Tommy scratched his head. “Oh! And last night, I put toothpaste on Grandpa’s dentures while he was sleeping.”
The priest tried not to laugh. “Alright, my son. Say three Hail Marys and try to be a better boy.”
Tommy nodded, feeling proud.
When he walked out of the booth, Grandma smiled and asked, “How did it go?”
Tommy grinned widely.
“Piece of cake, Grandma… but I don’t think that guy behind the screen knows half the stuff I’ve done!”
LOL!!
Hope this joke will make you smile! Have a nice day!
