A young Irish girl goes into her priest on Saturday morning for confession. "Father, forgive me for I have Thinned." "You've Thinnned?" "Yes, I went out with me boyfriend Friday night. He held me hand twice, kissed me three times, and made love to me two times." "Daughter! I want you to go straight home, squeeze seven lemons into a glass, and drink it straight down." "Will that wash away me Thin?" "No, but it will get the silly smile off your face."