Confession

A young Priest, fresh out of a seminary in Madrid, was assigned to a parish in Rio de Janeiro. Since he spoke only Spanish or English, he was assigned to assist the tourists with their worship.

After hearing his first confession, the young curate went to an older Priest and asked, "Well Father, how did I make out ?"

"My son," said the older, wiser Priest, "you did very well. But one suggestion: When you hear the confessions of these pretty young women, it would be a bit more seemly if you went 'Tsk Tsk' or some other mild admonishment rather than 'Wow...' 'Far out...' 'No Way...' and so on."