: 29 March 2002 :
Another crap (vaguely Easter-related) joke:
There’s these two Geordies (my dad told me this joke, so they’re Geordies. As in they come from Newcastle). These two Geordies, they go to Rome for their holidays. One day they decide to go to the Vatican City. They have a fine time looking at all the buildings and getting a sense of the majesty and tradition of the place (they’re Catholics, obviously), and then in the evening they go and find a bar. One of them says to the barman, “What does the Pope drink?”
“Crème de menthe,” says the barman. “That’s the Holy Father’s favourite.”
“Right, we’ll have two pints of that then.” They taste it and they quite like it, so the pints go down. They order another round, and then another, until eventually they stagger back to their hotel. In the morning they’ve both got terrible hangovers.
“Bloody hell, that stuff was strong,” says one. “No wonder he has to be carried everywhere.”
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