A man is driving down a deserted stretch of highway when he notices sign out of the corner of his eye. It reads: Sisters of St. Francis House of Prostitution, 10 Miles.
He thinks it’s a figment of his imagination and drives on without second thought. Soon he sees another sign, which says: Sisters of St. Francis House of Prostitution, Next Right.
His curiosity gets the best of him and he pulls into the drive. On the far side of the parking lot is a stone building with a small sign next to the door reading: Sisters of St. Francis.
He climbs the steps and rings the bell. The door is answered by a nun in a long black habit who asks, “What may we do for you, my son?”.
He answers, “I saw your signs along the highway, and was interested in possibly doing business.”
“Very well, my son. Please follow me.”
He does as he is told and another nun in a long habit, holding a tin cup, instructs, “Please place $100 in the cup, then go through the large wooden door at the end of this hallway”.
He gets $100 out of his wallet and places it in the second nuns cup. He trots eagerly down the hall and slips through the door, pulling it shut behind him.
As the door locks behind him, he finds himself back in the parking lot, facing another small sign:
Go in Peace. You Have Just Been Screwed By The Sisters of St. Francis.
Serves You Right, You Sinner!
The owner of this drug store walks in to find a guy leaning heavily against a wall.
The owner asks the new clerk: “What’s with the guy over there by the wall?”
The new clerk responds: “Well, he came in here this morning to get something for his cough.I couldn’t find the cough syrup, so I gave him an entire bottle of laxative”
The owner, wide-eyed and excited shouts: “You idiot! You can’t treat a cough with a bottle of laxatives!”
The new clerk calmly responds: “Of course you can!, Look at him, he’s afraid to cough.”