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An elderly parish priest was tending his garden near a convent when a passerby stopped to inquire after the priest's much-loved roses.
"Not bad," said the priest, "but they suffer from a disease peculiar to this area known as the black death."
"What on earth is that?" asked the passerby, anxious to increase his garden knowledge.
"Nuns with scissors."
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A priest, a minister and a rabbi were all sitting at a table finishing dinner and discussing theology. Suddenly, an angel appeared before them.
"I have been sent to grant each of you one wish," she said. "Who will go first"?
The catholic priest stood up. "I wish for the destruction of all Protestants!"
Then the protestant minister bolted up. "I wish for the destruction of all Catholics!"
The rabbi kept seated, so the angel asked, "How about you? What do you wish for, Rabbi?"
The rabbi answered, "Well, if you're going to grant their wishes, I'll just settle for another cup of coffee."