"Are you enjoying your visit to our grand country?" asked a young priest.
"Very much, Father, but the whiskey is far too strong for me," said the Yank.
"How so?" asked the priest.
"Well, I got drunk on it on Saturday night and passed out. Sunday morning I woke at 5 a.m. bright as a button. I went to 6 o'clock mass, 7 o'clock mass, 8 o'clock, nine, ten and eleven o'clock mass. Then I went to afternoon Rosary, sermon, Stations of the Cross and Benediction!"
"So what's wrong with that?" asked the priest.
"I'm a Protestant!" said the tourist.
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