A young, tearful nun nervously went to the Mother Superior’s office to confess that she was pregnant.
Shocked and absolutely furious, the Mother Superior demanded, “How on earth did this happen?!”
“It was Father O’Malley from the parish up the road,” the young nun sobbed. “He showed me a hidden part of himself and told me it was ‘Saint Peter.’ Then he told me my modesty represented the ‘Gates of Heaven,’ and that Saint Peter needed to enter the gates to bless me into becoming a perfect Christian. I was naive, Reverend Mother… and I believed him.”
The Mother Superior’s face turned from pale white to a bright, raging crimson. She slammed her fist onto the heavy oak desk and shrieked:
“That low-down, rotten bastard! He told me it was the Archangel Gabriel’s horn—and I’ve been blowing it every Sunday for twenty years!”
