The Priest and the Hairdryer
A pre-eminent young woman on a flight from Ireland asked the Father beside her, “Father, may I ask a favor?’
“Of course my woman. What may I do for you?”
“Well, I bought an expensive woman’s electronic hair dryer for my genesis’s birthday that is unopened and well down the Customs Limits, and I’m afraid they’ll sequestrate it. Is there any way you could carry it through Customs for me? Protection your robes perhaps?”
The priest answered: “I would relish to help you, dear, but I must warn you: I will not Lie.”
“With your high-minded face, Father, no one will question you”
When they got to Customs, she let the woman of God go ahead of her. The Official asked, “Father, do you sooner a be wearing anything to declare?”
“From the top of my head down to my waist, I force nothing to declare.”
The official thought this solution strange, so asked, “And what do you have to pronounce from your waist to the Floor?”
“I have a marvelous compact designed to be used on a woman, but which is, to date, leftover.”
Roaring with laughter, the official said, “Go onwards, Father. Next!”
