There was an old priest who got sick of all the people in his parish
confessing to adultery.
One Sunday, in the pulpit, he said, "If I hear one more person confess
to adultery, I'll quit!"
Well, everyone liked him, so they came up with a code word. Someone who
had committed adultery would say instead that they had 'fallen.'
This seemed to satisfy the old priest and things went well until the
priest passed away at a ripe old age.
A few days after the new priest arrived, he visited the mayor of the
town and seemed very concerned.
"Mayor, you have to do something about the sidewalks in town. When
people come into the confessional, they keep telling me they've
fallen."
The mayor started to laugh, realizing that no one had told the new
priest about the code word.
But, before he could explain, the priest shook an accusing finger at
him and shouted, "I don't know what you're laughing about, because
your wife has fallen three times this week!"
;D