On a sweltering summer afternoon, two nuns wandered into a 7-11. Passing the beer cooler, one grinned mischievously. “Wouldn’t a cold beer taste heavenly right now?” The other looked uneasy. “It would, sister, but imagine the scene at checkout!”
Unfazed, the first nun grabbed a six-pack. At the counter, the cashier’s eyes widened at the sight of two nuns with beer. Before he could speak, she said seriously, “We use beer to wash our hair. At the convent, we call it Catholic shampoo.”
The cashier paused, then smirked, slipping pretzels into the bag. “The curlers are on the house.” The nuns left laughing at their clever little act.
Another time, a priest and nun got lost in a blizzard. They found a cabin with one bed and a sleeping bag. Like a gentleman, the priest offered the bed to the nun. But each time he tried to sleep, she whispered, “Father, I’m cold.”
Finally, exasperated, he joked, “Let’s pretend we’re married.”
The nun purred, “That’s fine with me.”
The priest grinned: “Good! Then get up and get your own blanket!
