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Party of One

Father McMann was sweeping away the leaves from the church house walk When McGee strolled by, said McMann with a sigh "McGee, I think we should talk" He asked McGee, how in Gods name could he get so drunk last night So McGee gave in, confessed to his sin and did so without a fight "Well, you see now father, at the raffle in town I won me a bottle of whisky Then fell in the company of dubious blokes although I new it quite risky" "But you were with Mike and Pat and Shawn, and I know that none of THEM drink" "That's Gods own truth" moaned McGee and that was the problem, I tink"

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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Date: 8/28/2016 9:30:00 AM
Thanks for the Sunday morning laugh, Jerry. Hilarious as usual.
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Date: 8/28/2016 8:09:00 AM
Bahaha....my kinda friends
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Date: 8/28/2016 7:08:00 AM
Oh my, oh my - Lol! Funny as hell!! You have got me splitting my sides with this one, Jerry...Oh Lord! My very best regards. :) john P.s A seven for sheer entertainment value alone!
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