Bob and his father meet for lunch a couple of months after the wedding. “Well,” says Dad, “how is married life treating you?”
“Not very well, I’m afraid. It seems that I married a nun,” says Bob.
“A nun??” asks his dad.
“That’s right, Dad. None in the morning, none at night... none unless I beg!”
The father nods knowingly and pats his son on the back. “Why don’t you bring your bride over to the house tonight and we can all have a nice chat?”
Bob’s face brightens, “Thanks, Dad, that’s a great idea.”
“Fine then, I will call and tell Mother Superior to set two extra plates.” ..................................................(.Nahhhhhh getting old ).................
“Not very well, I’m afraid. It seems that I married a nun,” says Bob.
“A nun??” asks his dad.
“That’s right, Dad. None in the morning, none at night... none unless I beg!”
The father nods knowingly and pats his son on the back. “Why don’t you bring your bride over to the house tonight and we can all have a nice chat?”
Bob’s face brightens, “Thanks, Dad, that’s a great idea.”
“Fine then, I will call and tell Mother Superior to set two extra plates.” ..................................................(.Nahhhhhh getting old ).................
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