March 04, 2005
was gaining a little weight.
"Gaining a little weight are we sister Susan?" he asked.
"No, Father. Just a little gas," Sister Susan explained.
A month or so later the priest noticed that she had gained even more
weight. "Gaining some more weight are we Sister Susan?" he asked again.
"Oh no, Father. Just a little gas," she replied again.
A couple of months later the priest noticed Sister Susan pushing a
baby carriage around the convent. He leaned over and looked in the carriage
and said,... "Cute little fart."
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fermented goat's milk.
One pulls his wallet out and starts flipping through pictures and
they start reminiscing.
"This is my oldest son, he's a martyr."
"You must be so proud," says the other.
"This is my second son. He is a martyr also."
"A fine looking young man," replies his friend.
After a pause and a deep sigh, the second Muslim says wistfully,
"They blow up so fast, don't they?"
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