Three Italian nuns die and go to heaven. At the Pearly Gates, they are met by St. Peter. He says "Sisters, you all led such wonderful lives that I’m granting you six months to go back to earth and be anyone you want to be."
The first nun says, "I want to be Jennifer Lopez;" and *poof* she’s gone.
The second says, "I want to be Madonna;" and *poof* she’s gone.
The third says, "I want to be Sara Pipalini."
"Who?"
"Sara Pipalini;" replies the nun.
"I’m sorry, but that name just doesn’t ring a bell."
The nun then takes a newspaper and hands it to St. Peter. He reads it and says:
101. I will not order my trusted lieutenant to kill the infant who is destined to overthrow me -- I’ll do it myself.
102. I will not waste time making my enemy’s death look like an accident -- I’m not accountable to anyone and my other enemies wouldn’t believe it.
104. My undercover agents will not have tattoos identifying them as members of my organization, nor will they be required to wear military boots or adhere to any other dress codes. 105. I will design all doomsday machines myself. If I must hire a mad scientist to assist me, I will make sure that he is sufficiently twisted to never regret his evil ways and seek to undo the damage he’s caused.
Making coffee: Making a cup of coffee is like making love to a beautiful woman. It’s got to be hot. You’ve got to take your time. You’ve got to stir... gently and firmly. You’ve got to grind your beans until they squeak. And then you put in the milk.
Laying a carpet: Laying a carpet is... very much like making love to a beautiful woman. You check the dimensions, lay her out on the floor, pin her down, walk all over her. If you’re adventurous - like me - you might like to try an underlay.
Hanging wallpaper: Well, hanging wallpaper is also very much like making love to a beautiful woman. Clean all the relevant surfaces, spread her out on the table, cover her with paste, and stick her up. Then you clean your brush, light your pipe, stand back and admire your handiwork.
Putting up a tent: Putting up a tent, is... very much like making love to a beautiful woman. You rent her, unzip the door, put up your pole an’... slip in to the old bag.
Answering the phone: Answering the phone, is... a little like making love to a beautiful woman. In that you’ve gotta... lift the receiver, put it to your ear, speak ...loudly and clearly ... oh, yes - and don’t forget to state your name.
Being in therapy: And yet, having therapy is very much like making love to a beautiful woman. You ... get on the couch, string ’em along with some half-lies and evasions, probe some deep dark holes, and then hand over all your money.
Being in a crash: Going to the brink of death and back, in a nine car pile-up on a dual carriage-way, is ... very much like making love to a beautiful woman. First of all, brace yourself, hold on tight - particularly if it’s a rear-ender. And pray you make contact with her twin airbags as soon as possible.
Going fishing: Of course, As you know, I’m a very keen fisherman myself. You know, I’ve often thought that going fishing was very much like making love to a beautiful woman. First of all, clean and inspect your tackle, carefully pull back your rod cover, and remove any dirt or gunge that may have built up whilst not in use. Then, extend your rod to its full length, and check that there are no kinks or any wear. Particularly at the base, where the grip is usually applied. Make sure you’ve got a decent float, the appropriate bait, and that there’s plenty of shot in your bag.
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