Three priests went on vacation.  Before going to the beach, they shopped for flashiy attire, so as not to be identified as priests.  As they settled rhemselves on the beach chairs in their tropical shirts, shorts, beach hats, and huge umbrellas, a gorgeous topless blonde with melon size boobs wearing nothing but a white thong sauntered  by, winked and said, “”Good morning, Fathers.”  They were stunned.

“What gave us away?” they wondered.

They purchased even more flashy clothing, including sunglaglasses to better disguise themselves the next day.  The same gorgeous blonde strolled by, only she was nude this time.  “Well, Fathers.  Are you having a good day?”

“How in the world do you know we are priests dressed like this? one of them asked.

“”Why I’d know you anywhere! Don’t yo recognize me?  I’m Sister Angela!”

When Pop’s son was born, he had no arms, no legs, no torso, just a head.  Nevertheless, he was a fine boy.  Pop was proud of him.  On his twenty-first birthday, Pop carried his son, the Head, into the bar, set the Head up on the bar and called out for the bartender to bring him a shot of his finest whiskey.  “I wouldn’t do that!” said the bartender.

“”Bring’em a whiskey.  It’s his birthday!”  He propped the Head up , tossed the whiskey back, and the Head popped out two arms!  Pop was thrilled!  “Get him another one!” ”

“No” said the bartender.  “Don’t do it.”

“Bring him another one!”  The bartender brought him another, against his best judgment.  The Head drinks and Boom!  He has two legs.  He’s a perfect specimen.  The bar rors with applause!

Pop is thrilled!  He hugs his boy and says, “Come on, son.  Let’s go across the street and I’ll buy you a suit of clothes!  We’re going out to paint the town!”

“No!  No!”  dries the bartender,””Don’t don’t do that!”

They ignored him.  As they crossed the street, they were run over by a truck and smashed to smithereens!  “Happens every time,”  said the bartender.  “Should’ve quit while they were a head.”