​​​​Because humor is funnier when you know it's true.

Devil or angel?

​Back in the 60’s, my family invited my cousin to join us on a vacation to the Jersey Shore. As pre-teens, we always had a good time together, enjoying the beach during the day and the boardwalk with its amusements and rides at night. One Friday evening my parents decided to splurge on dinner at an Italian restaurant. When the waitress came to take our order, I ordered ravioli and meatballs. When my cousin also ordered the ravioli, the waitress asked him if he wanted the meatballs. Since he was a good Catholic boy (I was a Protestant) and Fridays were ‘meatless’ for Catholics back then, he was tortured as to how to answer her. He really wanted the meatballs, but also didn’t want to ‘sin.’ After a long pause, he told her, “Ah, just give me the meatballs. I’ll confess next Saturday.”

- Anonymous