Old Zeb, the back-woods Virginia farmer, has been screwing one of his favorite pigs for years. Suddenly, Zeb is hit by pangs of guilt and conscience that torture him so much he decides to go and tell the priest about it in confession. Father Fungus is shocked and he really does not know how to handle this one.
“Well,” says the priest to old Zeb, “tell me, is the pig male or female?”
“She’s female, of course,” snorts Zeb. “What do you think I am — some kind of a pervert?”