There was a church parish in south Louisiana where everyone was unfaithful to there significant other, but would go to confession every Saturday as faithful Catholics do.
The preist in the parish got tired of hearing Father I Fu**ed this one and that one so he told them just tell me you fell off the bridge I'll know what you are talking about.
Years later a new preist came into the parish and the old preist forgot to tell him about the code words for being unfaithful.
The new preist went to the Mayor in the town and told him the they had a bridge in town that was in terrible shape because people kept falling off of it and it should be fixed.
The Mayor fell into fits of laughfter and was rolling on the floor.
The young preist told him laugh if you want, but this is serious just last week your wife fell off that bridge seven times.
The Mayor passed out.