On the third day out the camel suddenly dropped dead without warning.
After dusting themselves off, the nun and the priest surveyed their situation.
After a long period of silence, the priest spoke.
“Well sister, this looks pretty grim.”
“I know, father.” “In fact, I don’t think it likely that we can survive more than a day or two.”
“I agree.” “Sister, since we are unlikely to make it out of here alive, would you do something for me?”
“Anything father.”
“I have never seen a woman’s front beauty and I was wondering if I might see yours.”
“Well, under the circumstances I don’t see that it would do any harm.”
The nun opened her habit and the priest enjoyed the sight, commenting frequently on their beauty.
“Sister would you mind if I touched them?”
She consented and he fondled them for several minutes.
“Father, could I ask something of you?” “Yes sister?”
“I have never seen a man’s manhood. Could I see yours?”
“I supposed that would be OK,” the priest replied lifting his robe. “Oh father, may I touch it?”
This time the priest consented and after a few minutes of fondling he was sporting his all manhood on the hand.
“Sister, you know that if I insert my manhood in the right place, it can give life.”
“Is that true father?” “Yes it is, sister.”
“Then why don’t you stick it up that camel’s a*s and lets get the hell out of here.”
