A bubbly blonde stepped into the confessional, her hands nervously twisting the hem of her skirt.
“Father, forgive me, for I have sinned,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

The priest, patient and calm, asked gently, “What troubles you, my child?”

She took a deep breath and said, “Father… I’m pregnant.”

There was a pause on the other side of the screen. “My child,” the priest said, choosing his words carefully, “how… how did this happen?”

Without missing a beat, she replied with wide-eyed innocence, “I think it must be the Second Coming.”

The priest nearly dropped his rosary. “What on earth makes you think it’s the Second Coming?” he asked, stunned.

She sighed and said earnestly, “Because, Father… I swallowed the first one.”