The rabbit says, "I think I might be a type O."
One says "Quick show him your cross"
The other priest crosses his arms and says "I'm so disappointed in you"
The rabbit says I think I'm a type-o
The rabbit says: "I think i am a Type O."
It’s been repossessed
You give him a blunt.
The rabbit says "I think I'm a typo"
There was mass confusion
Because they're always exercising
...then He becomes a Roamin' Catholic
I really want to know. All I can think to do is move to Alabama
*very proud of this joke, wrote it yeas ago and it still makes me laugh every time. 😎
One boy said to another: "What? the fork in hell?"
The rabbit says, “I think I might be a typo.”
The rabbit goes "I think I'm a typo."
"How much does it cost to get a church-singing group?" the man asks.
The priest replies, "you mean, a choir?"
"Uh, okay, I didn't think that mattered. How much does it cost to acquire a church-singing group?"
What we have, here, is a failure to excommunicate.
For I have synonymed.
Hearing this, a little girl leans over to her mother and loudly asks: "Mommy, what is butt dust?"
Because it was parishable.
But not the duck. He saw it.
The rabbit says "I think I'm a type o"
“Oh, and what is this special talent?” Asked the priest.
The applicant walked up to the bells and slammed his face into the bell.
At first the priest was taken aback, but the sound from the bells was heavenly!
“You’re hired!!” He exclaimed.
The applicant jumped around in excitement and slipped, falling off the side of the belfry to the ground below.
The priest ran downstairs and outside to the sidewalk where the bell ringer lay dead.
A bystander asked “who is he?”
The priest responded “I don’t know his name, but his face sure rings a bell!”
It’s his altar ego.
The rabbit says “I’m pretty sure I’m a type-o”
Apparently it’s blasphemous to play a Gsus2 chord.
It was a blessing in disguise
A Roamin’ Catholic
A priest, a rabbit, and a minister walk into a bar....
The bartender asks the rabbit, "What'll you have?"
The rabbit says, "I don't know, I'm only here because of auto correct."
The bartender says to the rabbit, "What can I get ya, sir?" The rabbit says, " I have no idea. I'm only here because of Autocorrect."
God, dam it!
He was a Ramen Catholic.
The rabbit says "I think I'm a type O."
The rabbit says, “I think I might be a type O.”
The rabbit says “I think I’m a Type-O.”
The rabbit says, “I think I might be type o.”