And nun walks right into a liquor retailer
So, a nun walks right into a liquor retailer and asks the man behind the counter for a fifth of vodka.
The man thinks a minute, and says, “Sister, I can’t promote you booze. You’re a nun!”
The nun giggles nervously and says, “Oh, it’s not for me. It’s for Mom Superior.” Then she leans ahead and whispers, “it’s for her constipation!”
The man says, “Oh, OK. That’s totally different. Medical functions. That’s OK.” and he sells her the bottle of vodka.
A few hours later, he closes up the store, and about two blocks down the road he sees an empty vodka bottle, and a drunken non-lying within the gutter a couple of ft away. He he walks as much as her, and he or she’s unconscious. He pokes her together with his toe, and he or she rolls over and groans. He says, Sister, I’m ashamed of you!You lied to me!”
The nun says, “I din’ lie t—to you.”
The man says, “Sure you probably did, you mentioned the vodka was for Mom Superior’s constipation.”
The nun rolls her eyes and says, “It was! When she sheez me like thish, she’s gonna sh*t!”
