Mastertank1
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A group of nursing nuns are out paying home visits to bedridden patients when they run out of gas. They recall passing a gas station about two miles back. It turns out that the only liquid vessels they have with them are some bedpans. Three of them walk back to the station and come back with three bedpans full of fuel.
As they are using a funnel to pour from the bedpans into the tank, a passing motorist pulls up beside them and rolls down his window;
"Would some of you like a lift to the gas station back up the road?"
"Oh no, sir. We've got it under control."
"I admire your faith Sisters, but I really think you'd be better off using gasoline!"
True story. I was the motorist!
Mastertank1
We who play and dance are thought mad by they who hear no music!
As they are using a funnel to pour from the bedpans into the tank, a passing motorist pulls up beside them and rolls down his window;
"Would some of you like a lift to the gas station back up the road?"
"Oh no, sir. We've got it under control."
"I admire your faith Sisters, but I really think you'd be better off using gasoline!"
True story. I was the motorist!
Mastertank1
We who play and dance are thought mad by they who hear no music!
