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I have just spoken to my dearly beloved she told me this afternoon that she was driving down a dirt track in the little red post van delivering her mail yesterday and as she tried to reverse back up the road she clobbered a wee black car rearanging it's front near side, finding no one around she carried on her round asking who the car belonged to.
She tried to find out the identity of the owner, "being small community and discovered it belonged to our local priest."
Having finished her round in the village she made her way to the church and blurted out to the priest, " Oh father dear father I've come to confess but I left your car in a hellufa mess.
He laughed and I haven't stopped yet.
She tried to find out the identity of the owner, "being small community and discovered it belonged to our local priest."
Having finished her round in the village she made her way to the church and blurted out to the priest, " Oh father dear father I've come to confess but I left your car in a hellufa mess.
He laughed and I haven't stopped yet.