one sunday, after a perticularly uplifting service, four nuns decide to take a country drive and revel in gods glorious creation.
sadly, they had a crash and were all killed.
at the pearly gates, st peter greets them and addresses the first nun,
"sister euphilia, have you ever touched a penis?"
"yes." she blushes, "when i was a child i touched the neighbours boy's willy with my finger."
"ok, just wash your finger in the holy water and in you go, wings, harp, heavenly host. all yours." he turns to the second nun.
"sister amelia, have you ever touced a penis?"
"yes, when i was in choir i gave one of the boys a hand job."
"oh, the frailty of the human spirit." he laments. "nevertheless, just wash your hand in the holy water and in you go."
"sister purifica, have you ever..."
at which point the forth nun elbows her way in front of st pete.
"st peter," says the forth nun, "i see how this is going and, frankly, if i'm gonna have to gargle that holy water,
i wanna do it before she has to wash her arse in it."
how do tell who're the trumbone players kids in a playground?
no idea how to use a slide and they can't swing.
(not a joke, just an anecdote) the trumbone section of the brighton and hove city orchestra send the viola section the same present every year - a perfect viola. ie. a shapeless, toneless block of wood.