An Affs? Well whatever . . .
Mickey The Altar Boy
'Bless me Father, for I have sinned.
I have been with a loose girl.'
The priest asks, 'Is that you, little Mickey Pagano?'
'Yes, Father, it is.'
'And who was the girl you were with?' 'I can't tell you, Father, I don't want to ruin her reputation.'
Well, Mickey, I'm sure to find out her name sooner or later so you
may as well tell me now. Was it Tina Minetti?'
'I cannot say.'
'Was it Teresa Mazzarelli?'
'I'll never tell.'
'Was it Nina Capelli?'
'I'm sorry, but I cannot name her.'
'Was it Cathy Piriano?'
'My lips are sealed.'
'Was it Rosa DiAngelo, then?'
'Please, Father, I cannot tell you.'
The priest sighs in frustration. 'You're very tight lipped,
and I admire that. But you've sinned and have to
atone. You cannot be an altar boy now for 4 months.
Now you go and behave yourself.'
Mickey walks back to his pew, and his friend Franco slides over and
whispers, 'What'd you get?'
'Four months holiday and five dead certs for Saturday night...'
