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Rabbi Goldstein and Father O'Malley go on annual camping trip in the park...
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| Tell me Father, do you ever miss your Altar Boy on these trips? | |
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| I did, but not anymore. Now I cram the boy in my backpack and bring him with me. | |
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Suddenly Mrs. Steinowitz butts in, angered the the loud voices have interupted her bird watching...
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| The thing is, it's uncomfotable taking advantage of the lad's services when he's folded up in that thing. | |
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| Hey you guys! Put a sock in it! | |
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| Oh I tried that already, but it was too tight and my foot got cold. | |
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