Two priests decided to go to Hawaii on vacation. (source unknown)
They were determined to make this a real vacation by not wearing anything that would identify them as clergy. As soon as the plane landed they headed for a store and bought some really outrageous shorts, shirts, sandals, sunglasses, etc.
The next morning they went to the beach dressed in their ‘tourist’ garb. They were sitting on beach chairs, enjoying a drink, the sunshine and the scenery when a ‘drop dead gorgeous’ blonde in a topless bikini came walking straight towards them..They couldn’t help but stare. As the blonde passed them she smiled and said ‘Good Morning, Father ~ Good Morning, Father,’ nodding and addressing each of them individually, then she passed on by.
They were both stunned. How in the world did she know they were priests? So the next day, they went back to the store and bought even more outrageous outfits. These were so loud you could hear them before you even saw them! Once again, in their new attire, they settled down in their chairs to enjoy the sunshine. After a little while, the same gorgeous blonde, wearing a different colored topless bikini, taking her sweet time, came walking toward them. Again she nodded at each of them, and said ‘Good morning, Father ~ Good morning, Father,’ and started to walk away. One of the priests couldn’t stand it any longer and said, ‘Just a minute, young lady.’ ‘Yes, Father?’
‘We are priests and proud of it, but I have to know, how in the world do you know we are priests, dressed as we are?’
She replied, 'Father, it’s me, — Sister Kathleen. ‘
I saw this on Facebook today and had to laugh. It brought back a memory from about 15 years ago. Fellas from the office would rotate hosting poker nights about once per month. One time when it was my friend Mark's turn, he stopped by my office the day of the card game to tell me that he had invited a mutual friend to the game. This was not that unusual, as our co-workers would sometimes have buddies show up for the game who did not work for the newspaper.
What made this a little different was the fact that Mark had invited our Catholic priest to the game, and he told me that "Fr X" wanted to be incognito and called by a fake first name. His reasoning was that he just wanted to play cards and be a regular fella for one night, and didn't want the other guys uncomfortable.
Since Mark and I were the only ones at the game who knew the guest was our local pastor, we were the only ones uncomfortable. I never realized just how blue and cringe-worthy some of the boy's stories would get after a few adult beverages. Of course, "Tony" took it in stride, and even cracked a smile a few times while sharing conspiratorial glances with us.
When told about this at a later date, some of the guys remembered wondering what was wrong with Jerry and why he acted so prudish all of the sudden. After that, none of the fellas went to any more card games 'topless' (as far as I know)...
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