John was sitting outside his local pub enjoying a cold pint when a stern-looking nun marched up to him and announced loudly, “Drinking alcohol is a grave sin! It is the hot blood of the devil itself!”
John took a calm sip and replied, “Sister, how can you possibly know that if you’ve never actually tasted a drop?”
“I have never, ever let alcohol touch my lips!” the nun declared proudly.
John smiled. “Then let me buy you a drink. If you still think it’s evil after trying it, I will give up alcohol forever.”
The nun hesitated, looking around the street. “Very well,” she whispered, “but only if no one 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… but make sure you pour the vodka into a ceramic teacup.”
The bartender paused, looked out the window, and sighed,
“Don’t tell me… is that damn nun back out there again?”
