Two leprechauns knocked on the door of an Irish convent, and the Mom Superior opened it to seek out the 2 little males in inexperienced trying extremely anxious.
“How can I aid you, boys?” she requested.
The youthful leprechaun regarded up nervously. “Mom Superior, are there any leprechaun nuns in your convent?”
“No,” she replied, fairly shocked. “We’ve got none right here.”
“Nicely, have you learnt of any leprechaun nuns in your entire county?” he pressed.
“No, I’m sure there are none within the county both,” she mentioned.
“What about in all of Eire?” the leprechaun pleaded.
The Mom Superior shook her head firmly. “So far as I do know, there are completely no leprechaun nuns on this whole nation. Why on earth do you ask?”
The youthful leprechaun slowly turned to his buddy, his face full of pure dread.
“I instructed you, Paddy! You had been screwing a penguin!”
