It was a beautiful Sunday morning in a lovely Irish town.
Father Sullivan had just finished Mass and, being particularly pleased with the services, decided to
celebrate by taking a leisurely stroll about town while occasionally stopping to take a hearty belt
of his flask containing a particularly fine Irish whiskey known as "the angel's share". All was
right with the world as the warm, dark liquid took it's euphoric effect.
Soon, he happened upon a pretty young girl of about six playing with a kitten in the front yard of a neat, little cottage. Her
hair was red and her eyes were clearest blue. She was giggling as the kitten played at her feet. He got a
bit misty-eyed at the sheer beauty of God's creation.
Good morning, Miss, he says, that is one fine-looking kitten you have there. What is it's name?
She replied in a sweet, clear voice, her name is Buttons, because she has three white spots on her
chest and they look just like buttons!
So, they do, the Priest agrees. And what might your name be, child?
My name is Rose Petal O'Brien. My Mother called me that because when I was just a wee bairn a rose petal
blew on the breeze and landed on her breast as she was nursing me, so that is how I was named!
The Priest almost swooned at hearing such a touching story. His heart was, indeed, full-- so charmed was he by
the girl and her wonderful story, but just as he was about to say goodbye and continue on his way he noticed a sturdy donkey
busily munching grass in a different part of the yard.
And sure that must be your donkey, he says, and what might his name be?
Our donkey's name is Porky.
Porky? And how did he come to be called that?
Oh! ....because Porky loves to fuck pigs!