Confessional

An eighty-three-year-old man comes into the confessional. "Father," he says. "I must speak with you. I am a widower, and very lonely. Last week, though, I met a beautiful twenty-six-year-old woman. She really liked me. I took her to a hotel, and in the last five days, I've made love to her fourteen times."

"You should say ten Hail Marys," the priest tells him.

"Why should I do that? I'm Jewish, Father."

"Jewish? Then why are you telling me this?"

"Telling you? I'm telling everybody."