CUSTOMS

A very distinguished lady on a plane from Switzerland found herself seated next to an elderly Roman Catholic priest in clericals. She asked, "Excuse me, Father, could I ask a favor?"

"Of course, my child, what can I do for you?"

"Here's the problem: I bought myself a new sophisticated hair remover gadget for which I paid an enormous sum of money. I have really gone over the declaration limits, and I am worried that they will confiscate it at customs. Do you think you could hide it under your cassock?"

"Of course I could, my child, but you must realize that I cannot lie."

"You have such an honest face, Father, I am sure they will not ask you any questions."

She gave him the hair remover and the aircraft arrived at its destination. At customs the priest was asked, "Father, do you have anything to declare?"

"From the top of my head to my sash, I have nothing to declare,
my son," he replied.

The customs officer then asked, "And from the sash down, what do
you have?"

The priest replied, "Well, I have a marvelous little instrument destined for use by women, but which has never been used."

Breaking out in laughter, the customs officer said, "Go ahead Father. Next!"


Cheers,

Paul (A.)
(healing slowly day to day)

Paul, I'm sorry your healing is going slowly. More prayers for you.

I've missed you and your cheering jokes.