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Saturday, April 21, 2007
The Dying Irish Nun
The wise old Mother Superior from county Tipperary was dying. The nuns gathered around her bed trying to make her comfortable. They gave her some warm milk to drink, but she refused it. Then one nun took the glass back to the kitchen. Remembering a bottle of Irish whiskey they had received as a gift the previous Christmas, she opened and poured a generous amount into the warm milk. When she walked back at Mother Superior's bed, she held the glass to her lips. Mother drank a little, then a little more. Before they knew it, she had drunk the whole glass down to the last drop. "Mother," the nuns asked with earnest, "please give us some wisdom before you die." She raised herself up in bed with a pious look on her face and said, "Don't sell that cow."
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9 comments:
HAHAHAHAHA! Great joke. Hope you have a good saturday.
Hee-hee-heeee!!! :-D
Hoot!
LMAO!
I hope your Saturday is restful.
Priceless!
Thanks for starting my weekend with a smile,
Bill
LOL! Great joke to start a Saturday morning. Hope you have a great day!
ROTFL! Have a great weekend and take care of your thumb.
Thanks for starting my Sat. with a smile.
Can I get the # for your hairdresser? It seems she can do something so it doesn't move even in water. LOL
Take care.
Good one! Have a nice day.
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