A woman awakes during the night to find that her husband is not in bed

She puts on her robe and goes downstairs to look for him.

She finds him sitting at the kitchen table with a hot cup of coffee in front of him.

He appears to be in deep thought, just staring at the wall.

She watches as he wipes a tear from his eye and takes a sip of his coffee.

'What's the matter, dear' she whispers as she steps into the room, 'Why are you down here at this time of night The husband looks up from his coffee, 'It's the 20th Anniversary of the day we met'.

She can't believe he has remembered and starts to tear up.

The husband continues, 'Do you remember 20 years ago when we started dating, I was 18 and you were only 16,' he says solemnly.

Once again, the wife is touched to tears. 'Yes, I do' she replies.

The husband pauses The words were not coming easily.

'Do you remember when your father caught us in the back seat of my car' 'Yes, I remember' said the wife, lowering herself into the chair beside him.

The husband continued. 'Do you remember when he shoved the shotgun in my face and said, "Either you marry my daughter or I will send you to jail for 20 years' 'I remember that, too' she replied softly.

He wiped another tear from his cheek and said "I would have gotten out today."

-- A man walks into his kitchen and sees an Old Priest--

The man greeted the priest and said "Good morning, Father.

May I know what you are doing in my kitchen?" The priest replied

"Good morning, child. Forgive me for not asking first, but I need to use your stove in order to quickly make holy water for this morning's baptism."

Intrigued by the priest's response, the man said "That's great to hear.

I always wanted to learn how people make it, so is it okay if I help?" The priest said "No need, child.

The process is quite simple that even I could do it alone.

You see, all you have to do in order to make holy water is you just boil the hell out of it."

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