I guess there are worse places to do the deed. Inside the undertaker's workshop at the funeral parlor for one. Or in the church vestibule right before mass. And I don't even want to ponder inside the confessional. I mean, why not the graveyard? It's quiet. Just don't let the cops spot your preacher ass on that sarcophagus with a hoe...
If only "Monsignor" Arthur Coyle (pictured above) had heeded my warning. Cops in Boston this week say they caught the good reverend (a high-ranking priest in the Boston Archdiocese) with his pants down (literally) as a "known prostitute" was speaking into his mike in a local cemetery!
And this sex-starved servant of God is also apparently one cheapskate churchman, after he confided to cops that he had paid a whopping 40 bucks to the trumpet-playing strumpet to get her knees dirty on hallowed ground.
But this life-like Oral Roberts says he didn't even get his paltry money's worth, since cops broke up the brain salad surgery before this call girl of the crypt got a chance to finish off Minister Gobble Gobble's communion wafer.
Now Padre Polish Knob should have plenty of time to hang out in the graveyard, since in addition to facing a prostitution charge, the church has put him on indefinite leave. So if you see that mausoleum a' rockin', DON'T GO a' knockin'!
http://www.rawstory.com/rs/2013/08/06/boston-area-priest-busted-with-a-prostitute-in-a-graveyard/
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2385156/Senior-Catholic-priest-arrested-caught-red-handed-paying-40-dollars-oral-sex-known-prostitute-cemetery.html
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