And Packs Of Renegade Nuns Roam Our Streets, Terrorizing The Populace.

And Packs Of Renegade Nuns Roam Our Streets, Terrorizing The Populace.

Damn renegade nuns! Can’t trust “nun” of 'em. :smiley:

Shootin’ up the town, runnin’ crooked bingo parlours, sellin’ pieces of “the one true cross”.

Rustlin’ cattle next, no doubt.

I’m switchin’. ;j

:wink:

i never realised nuns on the run was based on a true story.

You’ve got to wonder how many Citroen driving packs of nuns there are in that area. Probably drunker than skunks as well.

That’s a terrible habit to get into.

Where’s the rimshot smiley when you need one? :slight_smile:

it was a “hit and nun”

Maybe they were just taking Hamlet’s advice?

“Get thee to a nunnery”

they couldn’t stop - they were on a mission from god.

Just be glad they weren’t crotchety old ladies instead of nuns.

and if I could remember any lines from that MPFC skit, I’d say them now, so that somebody would know what I was talking about…

White Lightning, you mean the one about the gangs of grannies beating up defenseless young men, and popping wheelies on their motorcycles?

It’s crazy nuns we’re supposed to be lambasting, not grannies! Stop dissing old ladies! They can be very [sub] I think I’d better leave this thread I’m sure everyone understands[/sub]

Next thing you know, we’ll be hearing about attacks by vicious gangs of “Keep Left” signs.

Someone call the General. This is getting silly.

I just had a mental image of the nuns being caught and performing the police lineup scene from “Usual Suspects.”

This just in from News of the Weird:

This just in from News of the Weird:

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Sister Mary Catherine Antczak (Order of Dominican Sisters), armed with financial backers’ money and aiming to raise even more for an elementary school in South Los Angeles, won about $200,000 by picking six straight winners at Santa Anita racetrack

Dey fed dem Micky Finn’ed Bake Sale cookies to da ponies…

“Sister Mary Catherine … throw the ruler Out of the car window. Now all of you get out with your hands where we can see them…”

I’d hate to be the police who have to round up a band of nuns.
Wear your body armor, boys.

“Can you describe the driver of the car that hit you sir?”

“Well…”