Father O'Toole was about to deliver his Christmas Midnight Sermon at mass on Christmas eve, and the church was absolutely full to overflowing with lovely people full of Christmas cheer.
Just prior to that though, the priest in the small Irish village who loved his rooster and ten hens he kept in the hen house behind the church went to feed the birds, but discovered that the c0ck was missing. He knew about c0ck fights in the village, so he questioned his parishioners in church and he asked the congregation, 'Has anybody got a c0ck?'
All the men stood up.
'No, no,' he said, 'that wasn't what I meant. Has anybody seen a c0ck?'
All the women stood up.
'No, no,' he said, 'that wasn't what I meant. Has anybody seen a c0ck that doesn't belong to them?'
Half the women stood up.
'No, no,' he said, 'that wasn't what I meant. Has anybody seen MY c0ck?'
Sixteen altar boys, two priests and a goat stood up.
Just prior to that though, the priest in the small Irish village who loved his rooster and ten hens he kept in the hen house behind the church went to feed the birds, but discovered that the c0ck was missing. He knew about c0ck fights in the village, so he questioned his parishioners in church and he asked the congregation, 'Has anybody got a c0ck?'
All the men stood up.
'No, no,' he said, 'that wasn't what I meant. Has anybody seen a c0ck?'
All the women stood up.
'No, no,' he said, 'that wasn't what I meant. Has anybody seen a c0ck that doesn't belong to them?'
Half the women stood up.
'No, no,' he said, 'that wasn't what I meant. Has anybody seen MY c0ck?'
Sixteen altar boys, two priests and a goat stood up.
