An aging priest grew tired of parishioners constantly confessing adultery and warned he would quit if it continued. To spare him, the congregation adopted a code word: instead of adultery, they said they had “fallen.” The system worked—until the priest died. Soon after, the new priest visited the mayor, worried about the town’s sidewalks. “Everyone keeps saying they’ve fallen,” he complained. The mayor laughed, but before he could explain, the priest added sharply, “I don’t know what’s funny—your wife fell three times this week.”
In another tale, a priest, minister, and rabbi swam nude and were surprised by women. The priest and minister covered themselves; the rabbi covered his face. “They recognize my face,” he explained.
Finally, a priest smuggled a woman’s undeclared gadget through customs by truthfully—but creatively—describing it, leaving the officer laughing and waving him through.
