Paddy O'Reilly has been a wee bit sloppy with his duties to the Church for a while. He decides that a good confession won't do harm, and heads for the closest church he can find.

Thinking hard about all he did in the past seventeen years, and what he should fess up and what is not so important, he enters the confessional.

As he pushes the old wooden door, worn by thousands of sinning hands before his own, he stops in bewilderment.

Under a cozy dimmed light, he sees a cold beer glimmering with dew on a small shelve, a thick soft carpet on the floor, and a mini-television showing a football match in the corner. The wall to his right is covered with sexy pin-ups pictured in all sorts of alluring poses, and a basket full of Doritos lies on a chair.

"Fuck me...!" says Paddy, "The Church sure is getting better!!!"

A deep voice right behind him erupts: "Get outta here! You're on MY side!"