A priest met a small boy walking along the street and in the
boy’s hand was a bottle of acid.
“Now, now young man,” said the priest, looking worried.
“That’s not something you should be walking around with.
Look, wouldn’t you rather have some of my Holy Water?”
“Why?” asked the boy. “What does that do?”
“Well, only this morning I put this water on Mrs McTavish’s
tummy and she passed a baby.”
“Not bad,” said the boy, “but five minutes ago, I put this acid
on the backside of that old black and white mongrel and it
passed the police car.”