After unpacking at the hotel the sisters went for a first stroll in California, in pitch black and crisp white.
Sister Sarah J. was to deliver a paper “The abominable practice of abortion”. Sister Sonja was to present “Are contraceptives Ok?” Sister Pearl had stayed in Kilkenny because the wards have to be immaculate.
Sister Sonja spotted it first: A hotdog stand!! Should we? No really we mustn’t. Yes, but it does look good?! Maybe? Just one? Small one?
Having heard so much of “hotdogs” secretly each had relished for this moment.
No sooner said than done. Sister Sarah J. took two- one for the road. Strolling along she dreamingly admired a hunk walking past in a Speedo. Sister Sonja couldn’t resist and she peeked inside. She broke out giggling hysterically blushing redder than her freckles: What part of the dog did you get?!
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When Ted got back from the factory he found his wife on the sofa in a very nervous state. “What’s for dinner love?” “Ted. I’ve got news.” “Hell that sounds bad.” “I was at the doctor – you know...” “And??” “I’m three months!” “Hell and now?” There was a knock at the door Ted opened. A man in overalls with a clipboard. “You’re due!!” “How the hell do YOU know?!” “It says so, right on this paper.” “And what are you going to do about it??” “I’m going to cut you off!” “And my wife?” “She can use a candle for the meantime!”
