When Paddy O'Brian died, Father Flannigan was there to console the bereaved widow. "You knoe, Molly, the whole community is here to help you through this time of sorrow," he said, "and of course you know I'll do anything I can for you."
Parting her veil and drying her tear-stained cheeks, the widow whispered a single request in Father Flannigan's ear. The priest blushed scarlet and refused outright, but the widow continued her please and finally gave in. He left, saying, "Give me twenty-four hours."
The nest day he showed up at the house with something in a brown paper bag.
The widow popped the contents into a pot on the stove, and it was boiling away when a neighbor dropped by.
"I say, Molly," said the neighbor opening the lid, "isn;t that Paddy's penis?"
"Indeed it is," said Molly. "All his life I had to eat it his way, and now I'm eating it mine"

Bobbit with a PLAN.