The Pope
The Pope is having a shower. Although
he is very strict about the celibacy rules,
he occasionally feels the need to empty
his scrotal sacs, and this is one of these
occasions.
Just as he shoots his load, he sees a
photographer taking a picture of the holy
seed flying through the air.
"Hold on a minute," says the Pope,
"you can't do that. You'll destroy the
reputation of the Catholic Church."
"This picture is my lottery win," says the
photographer. "I'll be financially secure
for life."
So the Pope offers to buy the camera off
the photographer, and after lots of nego-
tiation, they eventually arrive at a figure of
two million dollars.
The Pope then dries himself off, and heads
off with his new camera. He meets his house-
keeper, who spots the camera.
"That looks like a really good camera," she
says, "how much did it cost you?"
"Two million dollars," replies the Pope.
"TWO MILLION DOLLARS!" says the housekeeper,
"they must have seen you coming."
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