A little country boy was sitting on the curb in front of a Catholic Church waiting for the bus; he had a jar of turpentine in his lap; Father O'Malley was walking the church grounds and noticed the little boy sitting there.
Father O'Malley approached the boy and asked (with a thick Irish accent):
"what's that you've got there in your hands, laddie?"
The little boy replied (with a slow Tennessee drawl): "it's a bottle of turpentine, the most powerfullest liquid in the world!"
Father O'Malley replied: "ahh ... I'd have to disagree with you laddie; i'd have to say Holy Water is."
The little boy replied: "whay's that?"
Father O'Malley answered: "well if you rub a little Holy Water on a pregnant woman's tummy, she'll pass her baby smooth away!"
The country boy replied: "aww hell, Father; that ain't nothin; rub a little turpentine on a cats ass and it'll pass a motorcycle!"