John was sitting outdoors his native pub having fun with a chilly pint when a stern-looking nun marched as much as him and introduced loudly, “Ingesting alcohol is a grave sin! It’s the sizzling blood of the satan itself!”
John took a relaxed sip and replied, “Sister, how are you going to probably know that in the event you’ve by no means truly tasted a drop?”
“I’ve by no means, ever let alcohol contact my lips!” the nun declared proudly.
John smiled. “Then let me purchase you a drink. When you nonetheless assume it’s evil after making an attempt it, I’ll hand over alcohol perpetually.”
The nun hesitated, wanting across the road. “Very nicely,” she whispered, “however provided that nobody sees me doing it.”
John agreed, walked inside to the bar, and leaned over to the keeper. “Get me a pint of beer, and a double shot of vodka… however be sure to pour the vodka right into a ceramic teacup.”
The bartender paused, seemed out the window, and sighed,
“Don’t inform me… is that rattling nun again on the market once more?”
