My Faith in Humanity Is Restored

I love it.

“Spit on the dice, Sister Agnes.” “Hyukkk-shlorp!” “That was good, Sister Agnes, but half of your spittle landed on my rosary.” “Perhaps one of the cocktail waitresses could bring us a towel when she returns with our martinis.” “Do you think it would be ok if I said a few Hail Marys before I shoot the dice?” “What would Father O’Malley say?” “He’s over at the blackjack table.” “Yoo Hoo! Father O’Malley! Yoo Hoo!” “Not now, Sister, I just doubled down.” “Listen, Sisters, either you shoot the dice, or you pass ’em to that hooker on your left!” “Don’t give them to me, they’re covered with spit.” Etc. Etc.


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2 Responses to My Faith in Humanity Is Restored

  1. Chris M says:

    Wattaya expect from LA? Sisters and nuns (they are not the same, one has rulers to whap you with) in flyover country of the USA and the rest of the world are not so enlightened. Good thing!

    • budgra5_wp says:

      Well, I’m not Catholic, so I don’t know the difference. I’m guessing that the nuns are the ones who whack your knuckles a la The Penguin in the Blues Brothers. and sisters are more the convent type. When I was in graduate school at Florida State – this was in physics – the only female grad student we had was Sister Pierre. I always thought that it was kind of a strange name for a nun. Later she decided not to take her final vows, so she wasn’t a bona fide nun per se, but she was close.

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