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Gumor asked her again Selma can I put my finger in your bellybutton? Selma said "No."
Gumor asks her again Selma can I put my finger in your bellybutton? Selma says "OK."
A minute later Selma says Gumor that's not my bellybutton. Gumor says, 'Suprise, Suprise! That's not my finger either.'
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He then goes to the next man, "Do you want to go to Heaven, my son?" And the man answers, "Yes Father, indeed I want to do that very thing." "Then ye must get out of this pub right now!" orders the priest.
Father Murphy continues this throughout the pub until he comes to the last man. "Do you want to go to Heaven, man?!" exhorts the priest. The man looks at his half-full beer, turns, looks at Father Murphy and says, "No, I don't,Father." "You mean to tell me, young man, that when you die, you don't want to go to Heaven?" asks the priest incredulously. "Oh, well, when I die, yes Father, I certainly do. I thought you were getting a group together to go right now!"
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