Sister Sally and the Gin

Sister Sally goes into the liquor store and asks for a pint of gin.

The clerk is taken aback. “Sister. What are you doing buying such a thing?”

“It’s okay,” replied Sister Sally. “It’s for the Mother Superior’s constipation.”

“Oh well then that’s okay.” And he sells her the gin.

After he closes up shop, he’s walking home and sees Sister Sally on the park bench absolutely blotto, just sloppy and singing bawdy songs and making a spectacle of herself.

“Sister!” he cried. “I thought you said the gin was for the Mother Superior’s constipation!”

“It is,” replied the Sister. “When she sees me like this she’s gonna shit!”