Seriously. A true anecdote that starts with "Three nuns and a drag queen walk up to a bar..."
He started, "So, three of us nuns and the drag queen walk up to the bar... the boyfriend of one of the nuns decided to come in drag, so that's where the the drag queen came in... So he's buying the drinks..." (We had already commented on how alarmingly weak and alarmingly expensive the drinks were.) "...and then the bartender said, 'That'll be three dollars.' 'Three dollars!?'
'Yeah. The nuns drink free and it's three bucks for the drag queen.'"
Apparently, Rodeo drag didn't count.
That would have been me.
Like I said, whole other story.
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I'll have to give that nun/free drink trick a try.
It would be hilarious to be a drunk-beyond-repair out of control nun, no?
I was a nun at a Mardi Gras parade one year, with my then-BF dressed as a priest, whipping me (the theme was "Saints and Sinners). It was absolutely freaky how many of the parade watchers got off watching a priest beat a nun - I remember one guy who was screaming so loud his face was contorted going "Beat her!!! Yeah!!!" It was kind of frightening. But then again, I didn't grow up in Catholic school so I guess I can't really relate to some of that sadistic nun stuff...
Just dressing in a habit won't do it, sister. You have to be true SISTER. I.e. inducted into the order of The Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence. Global chapters.
Now these are some freaky "nuns."
www.thesisters.org
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