| | | A nun hops into a taxi. As they drive along, she notices the cab driver glancing repeatedly at her in the rear-view mirror.
She asks, “What is it, my son?”
The cabbie replies nervously, “Oh, Sister, I’m too embarrassed to say.”
She smiles kindly. “Please, speak freely. I’ve been a nun for many years—there’s not much that surprises me anymore.”
The cabbie hesitates, then blurts out, “Well… I’ve always had this overwhelming fantasy to receive a… uh… a blow job from a nun. I’m so ashamed!”
The nun nods. “That’s quite all right, my son. I understand the needs of the flesh. I’ll grant your wish—but only on two conditions: first, that you’re Catholic, and second, that you’re not married.”
The cabbie eagerly says, “Yes, Sister! I’m both Catholic and single!”
They pull into a quiet side street, and the nun fulfills his fantasy.
Afterward, as they continue driving, the cabbie begins to cry.
“What’s wrong, my son?” she asks gently.
Between sobs, he admits, “Sister… I lied. I’m Jewish—and I’m married.”
The nun chuckles and says, “That’s okay. My name’s Jim, and I’m on my way to a costume party.” |
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