It is early Saturday morning, and Mother Superior of Saint Mary
Margaret Convent in County Clare hears a knocking at the door. She
opens it, looks around and there is no one there.
She is about to shut the door when a tiny voice says, "Down here,
Mother Superior".
She looks down and there are two of the little people in their bright
kelly green outfits, red beards and little hats with a clover in each.
One is really drunk out of his skull and the other is not much better
off. He tips his hat and says, "Top o'the mornin to ye, Mother
Superior. Me guid friend Liam here would like to be knowin' if ye
have any leprechaun nuns in the convent"?
"No, we don't have any little people in our convent", she replies.
Liam grunts a few words in Pat's ear, to which he then says to Mother
Superior, "Well, are there any leprechaun nuns in the local parish"?
Again she replies, "No, there are no leprechaun nuns in the parish".
Liam again grunts something in Pat's ear. "Well, can ye be tellin'
me, Mother Superior, does the Cathlic Church have any leprechaun nuns
at all?"
"No", she replies. "The church doesn't accept little people into any
religious order".
Pat turns to Liam and says, "D'ye see now Liam? That was a penguin ye
fucked in the bar last night".
