A man enters a confessional and says to the Priest, 'Father, it has been one month since my last confession: I've had sex with Fannie Green every week for the last month.'

The priest tells the sinner, 'You are forgiven. Go out and say three Hail Marys'.'

Soon, another man enters the confessional. 'Father, it has been two months since my last confession: I have had sex with Fannie Green twice a week for the last two months.'

This time the priest asks, 'Who is this Fannie Green?'

'A new woman in the neighbourhood,' the sinner replies.

'Very well,' says the priest. 'Go and say ten 'Hail Marys'.'

The next morning at mass, the Priest is preparing to deliver his homily when a gorgeous, tall woman enters the church. All the men's eyes fall upon her as she slowly sashays up the aisle and sits down in front of the Altar. Her dress is green and very short, with matching shiny
emerald green shoes.

The priest and altar boy gasp as the woman sits down with her legs slightly spread apart, Sharon Stone-style.

The priest turns to the altar boy and whisperingly asks, 'Is that Fannie Green?'

The altar boy replies, 'No Father, I think its just the reflection off her shoes.'

That reminds me of this story:

An Irishman goes into confession about 5:30 one afternoon, and tells the priest, "Forgive me father, I've had carnal relations with another man's wife". The priest, who's been hearing people confess petty stuff all afternoon, is immediately interested. "Was it Mrs. O'Reiily?" he asks. "No, father," replies the Irishman. "Was it Mary Murphy?" "No, father" "Was it Shiela McDermott?" "No father, and anyway, I've come to confess my own sin, not to impugn the honor of a married woman ". "All right," the priest tells him, giving up, "Say 75 Hail Marys and put 50 dollars in the Poor Box". The Irishman does so, and when he comes out of the church, his buddies are waiting for him. "It cost me 50 dollars," he tells them, "But I got three more names!"