A Priest, a Nun, and a Rabbi


I like horribly corny, old jokes.  I miss the days when people told jokes that began with setups and didn’t pay off with random Tourette symptoms.  There’s something incredibly charming when someone starts to tell a joke like this because either they haven’t been paying attention for the past forty years, or they simply don’t care.  That’s chutzpah, as the rabbi of the joke might say.

See, these things write themselves.


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