briggie
24-03-2013, 09:22
Sadly, wise old Mother Superior from County Cork is dying. The nuns gather around her bed and try to make her comfortable. They give her some warm milk to drink, but she refuses it. Then one nun takes the glass back to the kitchen. Remembering a bottle of Irish whiskey they received as a gift the previous Christmas, she opens it and pours a generous amount into the warm milk.
When she walks back to Mother Superior's bed, she holds the glass to her lips. Mother drinks a little, then a little more. Before they know it, she drinks the whole glass down to the last drop. "Mother," the nuns ask eagerly, "please give us some of your profound wisdom before you ascend to Heaven."
Mother Superior raises herself up in bed, assumes a pious look on her face and says, "Don't ever sell that cow."
When she walks back to Mother Superior's bed, she holds the glass to her lips. Mother drinks a little, then a little more. Before they know it, she drinks the whole glass down to the last drop. "Mother," the nuns ask eagerly, "please give us some of your profound wisdom before you ascend to Heaven."
Mother Superior raises herself up in bed, assumes a pious look on her face and says, "Don't ever sell that cow."