A farmer goes to confession for the first time in twenty years
and tells the priest he’s been having sexual intercourse with
a pig ever since his wife died.

The priest asks him if he intends to continue doing it and
whether the pig is a male or female.

“No! I’m not doing it anymore!” says the farmer. “And the pig
is a female, of course. What the hell do you think I am — a
goddamn queer?”