this random guy gets on the bus, pays his fare and says a few kind words to the gay bus driver before something stops him in his tracks.

as he turns to walk down the aisle of the bus his eyes are drawn to the most stunning nun he has ever seen (and this random guy used to live in the playboy nun mansion...). so he sits down next to the nun and tries line after line after line, but each one is turned down with the inevitable excuse of chastity, much unlike the playboy nuns, he thought.

so, defeated, our beloved random guy sulkily heads off the bus. just before he gets off (whey), the gay bus driver catches the mans arm and speaks;

"listen mate, i heard you trying it on with that nun at the back, she's a regular you know. i think i know a way in for you. all you have to do is turn up at the chapel two streets down from here at the stroke of midnight. she'll be there by the alter praying, all you have to do is say that it is the lords will for you two to do the dirty to create ... the second coming of christ. trust me, i know this girl, it'll work."

so the slightly bewildered random guy does as he is told and bursts through the doors of the chapel as the midnight bells chime all around him. sure enough she is knelt down before the alter praying, his dramtic entrance does not even alert her attention. He bellows out,

"it is the lords will that tonight you and i will consumate the next saviour of the earth. we can and will be responsible for the second coming of christ."

she slowly gets to her feet, walks towards him, head bowed and whispers,

"if that is my lords will, then i have no choice but to accept"

the random guy, though feeling incredibly guilty, bends the nun over the pue and they go at it until they collapse, only to be waken up by the glorious light of day shining upon their entwined bodies through the stained glass window. upon gathering himself, the random guy yawns and says,

"i really need to tell you something, this whole thing was a bit of a trick, im not here to create a new messiah at all, im just the guy you met on the bus yesterday!"

to which the nun replies,

"i know, im the gay bus driver."

S.J.

Bla
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saw it comin? i thought it was better than some but meybes its just nostalgia.

Bla again... Do you seriously believe he wouldn't've looked at the nun's face in the church as the joke said her high quality was her beauty. I mean seriously. :-/ I can't believe I said that. No further comment. Bla.
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hahaha, im sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo sorry a crappy joke on a crappy forum had inconsistencies, im sure ill cry myself to sleep tonight, infact ill prob stab myself in the face out of sheer despair....

n neway, the joke also says he bent her over the pue, maybe he wanted to see her from behind or maybe he didnt want to look someone in the eye that he was taking advantage of... i never said it was a good joke either... for f**ks sake...

S.J.

Lighten up!
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lol, if she thought it was crap why say it? its blatantly trying to get a rise out of me, and i have absolutely no problem with biting, maybe her mum is a nun and was cast out of the church for having her and every night she has nightmares about the night of conception, now theres a joke hahahahahahahahahahaha.

S.J.

Funny thing I didn't say it was crap. I just said bla, but now that I know you're gonna cry yourself to sleep...

Well It's feckin crap mate.

Oh and I got one thing you can bite, just before I'll slam dunk you with Choochio's baton.
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i did enjoy the crying, it ended up turning the pope into a steam train, but the stazi planted a hyacinth into his hat pin. he was displeased



S.J.

good god there is no hope left...

i did say that i didnt necessarily think it was a gd joke, if u read a few posts up. infact, jokes are set up to be unfunny anyway, especially if someone as comically retarded as me is attempting to tell it.

real humour comes from skill and craft and amazing personalities weaving tales of epic proportions using wit and wisdom and the creation of a satircal view of human life. in my 'opinion'.

but screw it,
no one listens, they just reply a little louder.

S. shi**in J.

Watch you don't fall over - with your knickers all in a twist.....
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well twisted knickers would cause that reaction... i should consult my lingerie dealers.

sj