I was odd

[vicarz]

There was a robe-wrapped nun (or some-such) in the hallway outside the cafeteria with a collection basket. I asked what it was for, and she said they ran a home for the disabled and elderly (or some-such, she was very soft-spoken). I put a dollar in, and found myself thinking about strip joints.

All money must at some point pass through a strip joint. Most money in strip joints winds up in the crack of someone's ass at some point. So I'm thinking, I wonder if I just handed ass-money to a nun. I gave her another dollar after lunch.

When I gave up another dollar I noticed she had removed the one I put in her basket earlier. I guess it helps to look like no one is giving - go marketing nun!