Ye olde Roman Catholic humor, part II

The parish priest enjoyed the solitude of golfing alone. However, one day, a seemingly nice young man walked up as the priest was getting ready to tee-off on the first hole and asked if he could join him. Not wanting to be rude, the parish priest said "sure."

Both players bogeyed the first couple of holes, which promped the young man to suggest to the parish priest: "Say, we're about evenly matched, how about we play for five bucks a hole?"

Although the parish priest didn't enjoy betting, it seemed like a reasonable request and, again, he did not want to be rude. So, he relunctantly agreed to the bet.

Well, the young man proceeded to win each of the remaining 16 holes. As the two men were walking off the eighteenth green, and while counting his $80 of winnings, the young man confessed that he was the assistant pro at a neighboring course and that he often came over to this particular course to win a little easy money. "What do you do for a living?" the young man inquired of the parish priest.

"Oh, I'm the priest for the small parish down the road," replied the parish priest.

Embarrassed that he had unwittingly taken advantage of the parish priest, the assistant pro immediately became flustered and apologetic, and insisted that he give back the money to the parish priest. "No, no," replied the parish priest. "You won fair and square, and I was foolish to bet with you. You keep your winnings."

Relieved but still somewhat embarrassed, the assistant pro asked: "Well, is there anything else that I can do to make it up to you?"

The parish priest thought for a moment and then replied:

"Well, you could come to Mass on Sunday and make a donation. And, if you bring your mother and father by after Mass, I'll marry them for you."

(submitted by Brazosport News reader/Houston blogger Tom Kirkendall.)