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A soldier of Caesar’s army died in battle leaving a widow. The widow had four sons who were forced to grow up around the Roman camp while she plied her trade. Fed up with their wild ways, she decided to knock some sense into them. “Each of you will go to the lupanar[1],” she said. …
It had been raining all day long in Venice when the penitent stepped inside the confessional and sneezed. “Bless you, child.” The penitent was silent. “Child, do you have a confession?” “Padre,” said the penitent, “I do not have much time. I left the brodo on the boil. No one is at home to skim …
The Count was on his death bed with his whole life before him. While he saw clearly his many faults and weaknesses, when the priest was summoned, he had no desire to speak to him. “I see your heart is heavy, figliolo.” “My heart may be heavy,” said the Count, “But it is light with …