One of the nuns took the glass back to the kitchen. Then, remembering a bottle
of Irish Whiskey that had been received as a gift the previous Christmas, she
opened it and poured a generous amount into the warm milk.
Back at Mother Superior's bed, they held the glass to her lips. The frail nun
drank a little, then a little more and before they knew it, she had finished
the whole glass down to the last drop.
As her eyes brightened, the nuns thought it would be a good opportunity to have
one last talk with their spiritual leader..
"Mother," the nuns asked earnestly,
"Please give us some of your wisdom before you leave us."
She raised herself up in bed on one elbow, looked at them and said: "
"DON'T SELL THAT COW."
1 comment:
Raw milk with a kick.
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