Two nuns stand smoking exterior their convent.
There’s a crack of thunder, the clouds roll in, and it begins to rain.
The youthful of the nuns, Sister Agnes, pulls out a c0nd0m, bites the top off, and rolls it over her cigarette.
The older nun, Sister Rosemary, seems to be on, dumbfounded.
“What within the Lord’s good title is that you simply’ve put in your cigarette, Sister Agnes?” She says.
“Why,” says Sister Agnes, “it’s a c0nd0m.” She holds her cigarette up within the rain. “It stops your cigarette getting moist.”
“Properly, that’s marvellous!” Sister Rosemary gasps. “What a tremendous concept.”
The following day, Sister Rosemary — suitably impressed — decides to stroll all the way down to the pharmacy within the village.
“Good morning!” She smiles to the Saturday boy behind the until. “I’d like some c0nd0ms please.”
“Oh!” the boy exclaims, on the lookout for one thing to say, and visibly crimson. “Properly… um… how… what number of would you l-like?”
“Oh, I don’t thoughts,” says Sister Rosemary, smiling, “so long as they match on a Camel…”
