A Nun And A Priest Crossing Sahara Desert On Camel

A nun and a priest were crossing the Sahara desert on a

camel On the third day out the camel suddenly dropped dead

without warning. After dusting themselves off, the nun and

the priest surveyed their situation. After a long period of

silence, the priest spoke. “Well sister, this looks pretty

grim.” “I know, father.” “In fact, I don’t think

it likely that we can survive more than a day or two.”

“I agree.” “Sister, since we are unlikely to make it

out of here alive, would you do something for me?”

“Anything father.” “I have never seen a woman’s

front beauty and I was wondering if I might see yours.”

“Well, under the circumstances I don’t see that it would

do any harm.” The nun opened her habit and the priest

enjoyed the sight, commenting frequently on their beauty.

“Sister would you mind if I touched them?” She consented

and he fon***d them for several minutes. “Father, could I

ask something of you?” “Yes sister?” “I have never

seen a man’s man***d. Could I see yours?” “I supposed

that would be OK,” the priest replied lifting his robe.

“Oh father, may I touch it?” This time the priest

consented and after a few minutes of fond***g he was

sporting his all man***d on the hand. “Sister, you know

that if I insert my man***d in the right place, it can give

life.” “Is that true father?” “Yes it is, sister.”

“Then why don’t you stick it up that camel’s a*s and

lets get the hell out of here.”