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| A young nun goes into a liquor store and asks the clerk for a bottle of whiskey. "I'm afraid that the Mother Superior has left us strict instructions not to sell any liquor to any of you ladies," Said the clerk, "I hope you understand." "Oh, but this is for the Mother Superior," said the young nun, "For medicinal purposes... you see... she's constipated." "In that case, have a bottle of our finest whikey. Take it with out compliments and wishes of fine health to the Mother Superior." "Thank you," says the nun and she leaves... Three hours later, after closing the store, the clerk is walking down the street and he sees the young nun, swinging on a lampost and waving the now-empty bottle of whiskey. "Sister," said the man, "I can believe you!! You said this whiskey was for the Mother Superiors posterior. Now I find you all drunk on it. Explain youself!" "It is for the Mother Superior's constipation," slurs the nun, "When she sees me, she's gonna shit. |
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