You’ll get steamed?
Nah. I’ll fold.
I was offered a job in a monastery laundry. But I decided not to go through with it, as I didn’t want to pick up any dirty habits.
I’m sure that you picked up nun.
Nun’s the worse for wear.
The convent’s sandwich maker is an alcoholic. She’s the wurst, bar nun.
My dad was janitor at a friary and he kept a big ring of extra keys in our kitchen drawer. So you might say I was raised by monk keys.
My local priest thinks he’s ugly, so ugly in fact he’s decided to wear a mask when he offers holy communion. Certainly is a blessing in disguise.
I hope he doesn’t cowl to fashion.
He had a little too much communion wine, and found “It was fashionatin’, I know”…
And in the morning he delivered quite a bleching.
Are you talking about the famous cowboy Wyatt Burp?
OK!
He would have got out of Dodge, if he drove one. As it was, he got out of Chevy.
The sheriff wanted him out of town and couldn’t car less if it was in a Dodge or a Chevy.
Either way, he had to Ford the creek.
Some cars are so small you bump your Nissan the steering wheel.
At least that sounds easier than trying to ride a wild Mustang.
Chrysler new car is shiny.
Oh, you’re making me Saab.