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A nun walked into the corner liquor store and asked the
proprietor for a fifth of whiskey.
"Sister, now how would it look for a respectable fellow
like me to sell alcohol to a nun?" was the reply.
The woman leaned over the counter and whispered
conspiratorially, "It's really for the Mother Superior's
constipation."
The store owner thought it over and decided to sell it to
her since it was for medicinal purposes, but only on condition
that she hide it in a paper bag and not tell anyone.
An hour later the store owner closed up and walked outside,
only to immediately come across the nun on a park bench, roaring
drunk.
"Sister," he said angrily, "you know I only sold you that
whiskey because it was to ease Mother Superior's constipation."
"It ish," slurred the nun. "When she sees me, she'll
sh*t."
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