On a train, a priest, an old man and a superb girl, great cleavage,
superb legs crossed high. The old man remembers the good times but…
The priest remains impassive.
When the girl leaves, the old man then addresses the priest:
– Ah my father, you do not know the torments of the flesh!
– That, my son… I would have a bronze cassock, you would have heard the Angelus!
