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A trip to Pittsburg.

There were three priests in a railroad station, all wanting to go hometo Pittsburg. Behind the ticket counter was a very, very shapely lass.Well endowed, gorgeous, amazing. The priests were all in embarrassing new territory, so they drew straws to determine who would get the tickets.The first priest approached the window. „Young lady,“ he began, „I would like three pickets to titsburg…“ Whereupon he completely lost his composure and fled.The second priest approached. „Young lady, I would like three tickets to Pittsburg,“ he began, „and I would like the change in nipples and dimes.“ So of course he also fled.Then came the third. „Young lady, I would like three tickets to Pittsburg, and I would like the change in nickels and dimes. And I must say,“ he continued, „if you insist on dressing like that, when you get to the pearly gates, St. Finger’s going to shake his peter at you!“

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