OK, seeing as you asked nicely
and you don't have a fucked brain!

There was this young priest who flew into the Australian outback, to take over from the old Irish priest who'd been there for 50 years. Stepping off the little plane in the bush, he said to the first bloke he met, "Excuse me, can you tell me how to get to the church?".

"Sure, mate. Go up that path, past the trees on the right, turn left, past another clump of bushes, then it's another couple of hundred yards. Can't miss it".

The priest thanked the man and went on his way. Passing the first clump of trees, he heard a bit of a commotion. Upon pulling back the branches he discovered a man shagging a kangaroo. Shocked, the priest made a hasty departure, saying a few Hail Marys on the way, and telling himself that there was a lot of work to be done in the parish.

Further on, he heard moaning and rustling from the second clump of bushes. He looked in and saw a one-legged man having a wank. Deciding to leave the man to it, but again making a mental note to improve moral standards, he proceeded to the church, whereupon the old priest came out to meet him.

"Oh, Father", said the young priest, "what a corrupted community you have here. It appears I have arrived just in time."

"What do you mean?", said the old priest. "There's nothing corrupt around here."

"Well, on my way from the plane, I have already seen a man having his way with a kangaroo, and further on I discovered a one-legged man masturbating in the bushes", he said.

"Why, my son, have you no compassion?"

"What do you mean, Father?" said the younger man.

"Well", said the old priest, "How do you expect a one-legged man to catch a kangaroo?"
( K2k6 has a proper job these days, Wed 1 Oct 2008, 8:28, Reply)