Another one:
A nun was riding in a taxi cab one night, and noticed the driver kept darting nervous glances into the passenger compartment. Finally he plucked up his courage and said, "Sister, I’d like to ask you a question, but I don’t know how to say it without offending you."
"I assure you, my son," said the nun. "I’ve heard just about everything. There’s nothing you can ask that would offend me."
"It’s that black habit, I guess," said the driver, blushing. "I’ve always fantasized about being kissed by a nun."
To his surprise, the nun solemnly thought over his request. "Are you single?"
"Yes."
"Are you Catholic?"
"Yes!"
"Then if it means that much to you," said the nun, "I don’t see what harm it would do."
The driver eagerly pulled over to the curb. To his utter astonishment, the nun grabbed him by the lapels and gave him the deepest French kiss he had ever had in his life. He was so stunned, he didn’t say a word as he put the taxi in gear and drove on.
"Wow!" he said at last. "That was such a great kiss, I really feel guilty about lying to you, sister. You see, I’m not really single, and I’m not really Catholic."
"Think nothing of it, my son," said the nun. "My name is Kevin, and I’m on my way to a costume party."  |