slatten49 Loc: Lake Whitney, Texas

A man was in New York on a business trip and decided to head to a bar for a drink. Standing outside the bar was a nun holding a tin cup.

As the man threw a few bucks into her cup the nun launched into a long tirade about the evils of alcohol. She went on and on about how alcohol was tearing apart the fabric of society, how it was the root of all the city's problems.

Slightly annoyed at having to listen to the nun, the man told her, "Listen sister, I work hard for my money and sometimes at the end of a long day I like a drink or two. That doesn't make me a bad person. I have a wife I idolize and two wonderful kids at home. I provide for my family, I volunteer my time to several local service clubs and I contribute regularly to various charities. Yet you stand here and condemn me just because I drink the occasional glass of scotch!"

The nun was slightly taken aback and replied, "I see your point my son and I apologize if I offended you, but alcohol is such a powerful demon that all who consume it are doomed..."

"Look there you go again," said the man, "How can you make such a sweeping statement. Have you ever even TRIED alcohol?"

"Of course not!" gasped the nun, "The evil alcohol has never touched my lips."

"Do you really think that one glass of booze can change you from a devout nun to some kind of evil degenerate?"

"Well, I really don't know ..."

"I'll tell you what, come into the bar with me and I'll buy you a drink. One drink. I'll prove to you that "evil" is not inside the glass, it's inside the person."

"Oh I could never be seen going into such a den of inequity, it's out of the question. However, your comment about evil residing in the person rather than the glass is quite intriguing. I must admit you've aroused a curiosity in me."

"Well let's go inside and settle this"

"No, my son, I could never enter such a place... but how about this. Take my tin cup with you and fill it with this "scotch" you mentioned. Bring it out to me and I'll try it."

"You're on!" said the guy.

The nun removed all the change and handed him the tin cup. He went into the bar and said to the bartender, "Two scotch on the rocks, and could you put one of them in this tin cup please"

The bartender sighed and said, "Is that darn AuntiE out there dressed as a 'nun,' again!?!"

lpnmajor Loc: Arkansas

That's a bad habit..............but it works.

Super Dave Loc: Realville, USA

HAHAHA!

bahmer

You must be crusin for some cast iron frying pans up alongside your little noggin for sure.

slatten49 Loc: Lake Whitney, Texas

I live for danger.

Though, I am aware of the 1600 mile buffer zone between myself and that wicked woman from the east.

bahmer

One never knows where that wonderful generous woman will turn up next. She may just surprise you.

slatten49 Loc: Lake Whitney, Texas

I have looked directly into the eyes of her evilness...and survived. I feel emboldened by my past experience with the lady.

son of witless

Not too bad.

slatten49 Loc: Lake Whitney, Texas

Well, SOL, I had to keep the drink a scotch, as our resident head-hen-in-charge prefers gin & tonic...but, that would have given it away, causing her to foresee the coming punchline.

son of witless

I prefer gin and tonic when I don't drink beer. I am liking her more already. Then again, when am I not drinking beer. I ain't real particular either. I consume in moderation, because I value my gall bladder and liver. A co worker and myself met a guy on a tractor drinking a beer. My co worker a little disappointingly noted it was non alcoholic. The man said that up until 8 years ago he drank 3.5 cases of beer per day. That impressed my co worker who is no slouch putting down beers. The man said that his liver has finally almost recovered, but they had to remove his gall bladder. I suppose non alcoholic beer is not so bad.

slatten49 Loc: Lake Whitney, Texas

Given the circumstance, I would suppose not so bad at all.

I don't drink to any degree...less than a six-pack of beer a year, if that much. Probably about the same for social mixed drinks. I just never acquired the taste for alcohol. "3.5 cases a day"...wow

son of witless

Alcoholism runs in my family. My grandfather was a railroader traveling from town to town and bar to bar. My father actually could not drink more than one beer with out becoming sick. Somewhere in between I fit. My first full time job was in heavy smoke stack industry and my co workers soon initiated me into what was expected of me. I was well on my way to being my grandfather, when a few years in, I had my first full blown sick fest. A few of those saved me from being a drunk. I can drink heavy from time to time, but I learned not to do it too often. Which gets me back to gin. It is the only thing I never got sick on. I just fall over and they scoop me up and put me to bed.

E

I was expecting the punch line to be, "The nun tastes is and yells, 'Hey, that's Red Label you cheap bastard.'"

GmanTerry

THAT, was not what I was expecting. Good one.

Semper Fi

proud republican Loc: RED CALIFORNIA

My evil Liquor is Long Island Ice Tea!!!