O’FLYNN’S LIQUOR SHOP….
July 19th, 2005
Sister Mary Margaret enters O’Flynn’s liquor shop. “I’d like
to buy a bottle of Irish whiskey,” she tells O’Flynn.
The owner of the store shakes his head and frowns. “A bottle
of Irish whiskey? And you being a nun too.”
“Oh no, no,” Sister Mary Margaret exclaims. “It’s for Father
Reilly. His constipation, you know.”
O’Flynn smiles, nods, and puts a bottle into a bag. Sister
Mary Margaret pays, takes the bag and goes on her way.
Later that day, O’Flynn closes shop for the day. On his way
home he passes an alley. There in the alley is Sister Mary
Margaret. She’s rip roaring drunk, the empty bottle at her side.
“Sister!” O’Flynn scolds. “And you said it was for Father
Reilly’s constipation.”
“It is,” answers Sister Mary Margaret. “When he sees me, he’s
gonna shit!”