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Tuesday, August 15, 2000

Every day friends send me those amusing little jokes that are perpetually floating about the internet. They all go into a folder called "Wossnames" (1 point). Occasionally one of them genuinely amuses me (usually when I can't see the punchline coming from a mile away). Here is one such:

Two nuns, Sister Marilyn and Sister Helen, are travelling through Europe in their car. They get to Transylvania and are stopped at a traffic light. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a diminutive Dracula jumps onto the hood of the car and hisses at them, through the windscreen.
"Quick, quick!" shouts Sister Marilyn. "What shall we do?"
"Turn the windscreen wipers on. That will get rid of the abomination," says Sister Helen.
Sister Marilyn switches them on, knocking Dracula about, but he clings on and continues hissing at the nuns. "What shall I do now?" she shouts.
"Switch on the windscreen washer. I filled it up with Holy Water in the Vatican," says Sister Helen.
Sister Marilyn turns on the windscreen washer. Dracula screams as the water burns his skin, but he clings on and continues
hissing at the nuns.
"Now what?" shouts Sister Marilyn, as Dracula hangs on.
"Show him your cross," says Sister Helen.
"Now you're talking," says Sister Marilyn as she opens the window and shouts: "Get the fuck off the car!!"

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