A distinguished looking young lady was on a flight returning from
Switzerland. She found herself seated next to a priest, and asked,
"Excuse me Father, may I ask a favor of you?"
"Well, of course Miss, what can I do for you?" he replied.
"Here's the dilemma. I purchased for myself a very sophisticated electronic
hair remover. I paid a lot of money for it. I really went well over the
limits set forth by Customs, and I fear they will confiscate it from me.
Could you perhaps hide it through Customs for me under your robes?"
"I certainly could my dear, only I must warn you I am not ever able to
lie."
"You have such an honest face, Father, surely they will never ask any
questions of you," and with that, she handed him the hair remover.
After landing, they proceeded through Customs, and it became the Father's
turn in line.
"Father, do you have anything to declare?" asked the Custom's officer.
"From the top of my head to my waist, I have nothing to declare, my son."
Finding this answer a little strange, the custom's officer proceeded to
ask, "And from the waist to the floor, what do you have to declare?"
The Father replied, "I have a marvelous little instrument designed to be
used on a woman, but which has never yet been used."
Roaring with laughter, the Custom's officer says, "Go right through
Father... Next!"
Switzerland. She found herself seated next to a priest, and asked,
"Excuse me Father, may I ask a favor of you?"
"Well, of course Miss, what can I do for you?" he replied.
"Here's the dilemma. I purchased for myself a very sophisticated electronic
hair remover. I paid a lot of money for it. I really went well over the
limits set forth by Customs, and I fear they will confiscate it from me.
Could you perhaps hide it through Customs for me under your robes?"
"I certainly could my dear, only I must warn you I am not ever able to
lie."
"You have such an honest face, Father, surely they will never ask any
questions of you," and with that, she handed him the hair remover.
After landing, they proceeded through Customs, and it became the Father's
turn in line.
"Father, do you have anything to declare?" asked the Custom's officer.
"From the top of my head to my waist, I have nothing to declare, my son."
Finding this answer a little strange, the custom's officer proceeded to
ask, "And from the waist to the floor, what do you have to declare?"
The Father replied, "I have a marvelous little instrument designed to be
used on a woman, but which has never yet been used."
Roaring with laughter, the Custom's officer says, "Go right through
Father... Next!"
