There were three guys sitting behind three nuns at a football game. The men decided to antagonize the nuns, to get them to move. So the first one says to the others (loud enough for the women ahead to hear), I think I want to move to California, there are only 100 Catholics living there...
The second guy speaks up and says, I want to move to Washington, there are only 50 Catholics living there...
The third guy speaks up and says, I want to move to Idaho, there are only 25 Catholics living there...
One of the nuns turns around and looks the third guy in the eye and calmly says, "Why don't you go to hell, there aren't any Catholics there."
Four Catholic ladies were having coffee. The first Catholic woman tells her friends, "My son is a priest. When he walks into a room, everyone calls him 'Father.'"
The second Catholic woman chirps, "My son is a bishop. Whenever he walks into a room, people call him 'Your Grace.'"
The third Catholic woman says, "My son is a cardinal. Whenever he walks into a room, people say 'Your Eminence.'"
Since the fourth Catholic woman sips her coffee in silence, the first three women give her this subtle, "Well...?"
So she replies, "My son is a gorgeous, 6' 2," hard-bodied stripper. When he walks into a room, people say, 'Oh, my God....'"
"Crazy" is in the eye of the beholder. Anne Wilson Schaef