Fanny Green. . . a short story
A sinner went to confession in St. Chad's Catholic Cathedral, somewhere in England.
“Father”, he confessed, “it has been one month since my last confession. I had sex with Fanny Green twice last month.”
The priest told the sinner, “You are forgiven. Go out and say three Hail Mary's.”
Soon thereafter, another sinner entered the confessional.
“Father, it has been two months since my last confession. I've had sex with Fanny Green twice a week for the past two months.”
This time, the priest questioned, “Who is this Fanny Green my son?”
“A new woman in the neighborhood,” the sinner replied.
“Very well,” sighed the priest. “Go and say ten Hail Mary's.”
At mass the next morning, as the priest prepared to deliver the sermon, a tall, voluptuous, drop-dead gorgeous redheaded woman entered the sanctuary.
The eyes of every man fell upon her as she slowly sashayed up the aisle and sat down right in front of the priest. Her dress was green and very short, and she wore matching, shiny emerald-green shoes.
The priest and the altar boy gasped as the woman in the green dress and matching green shoes sat with her legs spread slightly apart, but just enough to realize she wasn't wearing any underwear.
The priest turned to the altar boy and whispered, “Is that Fanny Green?”
The wide-eyed altar boy couldn't believe his ears but managed to calmly reply,
“No Father, I think it's just a reflection from her shoes”
~ m8ed J
The Americans among you that come here will have to understand that sadly, your people have a different definition for the subject word, as you do so many words from the English language! Quite why your people seem to want to try and re-invent the wheel in terms of our language escapes me ~ but anyway, I hope you too can understand and appreciate the joke.