Mother Theresa’s Butt Crack

Kneeling in the confessional booth, he crossed himself and recited, “Bless me Father for I have sinned. It’s been a year since my last confession. These are my sins: Father. I’ve broken my wife’s trust. I got hacked. I fell for one of those phishing schemes which is super embarrassing because I work in cyber security. I thought my coworker emailed me, ‘What’s your best idea for a password that nobody would ever use?’ I sent back: MotherThere$aBUTTCrack420. Then all my money was gone!

Father, they’re blackmailing me. You know I converted for Laura but they’re gonna tell her my sick password unless I give them her passwords, which she trusts me to make for her, so her main password is Hot@$$MotherTheresa69. My vulgarity could break her heart!

I’m not trying to be a jerk, I was just stringing words together that aren’t usually strung together. For security! And I could destroy my marriage.”

The priest smiled kindly and said, “Son. Do twelve Hail Marys, 25 Our Fathers and change your password. This happened to me once. I changed my password, no harm was done. In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Amen.”

“Amen.” The young man went to pray.

Quickly, Father O’Donnel grabbed his iPhone. 12 Hail Marys and 25 Our Fathers is just enough time to grab Laura’s email address from the church directory and type it into her bank’s website with Hot@$$MotherTheresa69.

He wiped the sweat from his brow. The church softball league was saved.