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A priest took to his duties
He always feared the cooties
He went on the fritz
When scared by some tits
"Oh No! The worst ghost, Boobies!"
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Hahahahaahah! This was hilarious! I love the twist at the end!! Ghost boobies!! 🤣
Hahahahahahahahha poor guy!
Really liked reading this!!