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Beef, a gentleman with a somewhat shocking sense of humor who lives a tad southeast, sent this one...

A pair of Irish ditch diggers were repairing some road damage directly across the street from a "house of ill repute."

They witnessed a Protestant Minister lurking about, then ducking into the house.

"Now would ye look at that, Darby!" said Patrick. "What a shameful disgrace, a Reverend sinning in a house the likes of that place!"

They both shook their heads and continued working.

A short time later they watched as a Rabbi looked around cautiously and then darted into the house when he was satisfied no one was looking.

"Did ya see that, Darby?" Pat asked in shock and disbelief. "Is nothing holy to that Rabbi? I just can't understand what the world is coming to these days. A man of the cloth indulging himself in sins of the flesh. 'Tis a shame, I tell ya!"

Not much later a third man, a Catholic Priest, was lurking about the house, looking around to see if any one was watching, then quietly sneaking in.

"Oh no, Darby, look!" said Pat, removing his cap. "One of the poor girls must be on her death bed!"
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