94-year-old Grandma Ethel walks into a church and heads straight for the confession booth.

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94-year-old Grandma Ethel walks into a church and heads straight for the confession booth.
She steps inside and sits down. The priest says,
“Welcome, my child. What would you like to confess?”
Ethel clears her throat and says,
“Father, I have a confession. Last night, I went out with a 22-year-old man. He took me to dinner, we danced, we laughed, and then…”
she pauses dramatically,
“we went back to his place.”
The priest, shocked, asks,
“And… did something inappropriate happen?”
Ethel cackles and says,
“Oh yes, Father. We had wild, passionate sex. Twice.”
The priest gasps.
“My goodness! When was the last time you confessed?”
Ethel smiles sweetly and says,
“Never. I’m Jewish.”

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