A little boy was standing on the edge of a cliff beside a roadway,

bawling his eyes out. A priest, out for an evening stroll, walks up to him.

"What's the matter, my child?" he asks softly. Sobbing, he answers through

the tears. "My mommy and daddy were in their car, and it rolled off the edge

of the cliff, and exploded on the rocks below." "Jesus," the priest says,

unbuttoning his fly, "This just isn't your daddy, little boy."