Muldoon

Muldoon lived alone in the Irish countryside with only a pet dog for company. One day, the dog died, and Muldoon went to the parish priest and said, "Father, my dog is dead. Could ya' be sayin' a mass for the poor creature?"

Father Patrick replied, "I'm afraid not. We cannot have services for an animal in the church. But there is a new denomination down the lane, and there's no tellin' what they believe. Maybe they'll do something for the creature."

Muldoon said, "I'll go right away Father. Do ya' think $5,000 is enough to donate for the service?"

Father Patrick exclaimed, "Sweet Mary, Mother of Jesus! Why didn't ya' tell me the dog was Catholic?"

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I picked up my new car last night after two annoying delays I won't go into. Car dealerships earn their reputation for making promises and delivering excuses! But the car is beautiful and pristine. Having always bought used cars, my vehicles generally come with the first scratch or ding already in place. In fact, they generally come with several of those scratches and dings! I ran my hand over the new car and it's completely smooth. No scratches. No little puck marks from tossed up sand or pebbles. No rust. And it rides like it's floating on air...smooth!

Wow!