Brewers Convention
There’s a big convention of brewers from all over the world. At the end of the first day, Nils, Hank and Paddy go for a drink together to share their thoughts. They get settled at the bar, and the landlord comes over to take their order.
Nils says, “I’ve worked for Carlsberg for ten years, so I’ll have a Carlsberg.” The landlord gets a glass, pulls a pint, and hands it to Nils.
Hank says, “Gee, I’ve been at Busch for twenty years: I’m having a Bud.” The landlord takes a bottle from under the bar, opens it, and hands it over.
Then it’s Paddy’s turn. “To be sure, I’ve worked at Guinness since I was a wee boy, thirty years ago, but I’ll have a lemonade,” he says.
The other two look at him in disbelief. He turns to the landlord, shrugs his shoulders, and say “Well, if this pair aren’t drinking beer, I’m not going to be the odd one out!”
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“Everyone, the brakes are gone! We are going to crash over the cliff, please pray!”
All the nuns on the bus panicked, crying and praying out loud. Just then, an old nun sitting in the front row jumped up, rushed to the driver’s side, grabbed the emergency brake, and turned the steering wheel, safely crashing the bus into a thick bush.
Everyone survived by a miracle. Another nun, having caught her breath, ran over to hug the old nun:
“Oh Sister, you were so brave and wise! God gave you strength!”
The old nun wiped the sweat from her forehead, panting:
“God my foot! Before I entered the convent, I was a container truck driver for 15 years! You all kept telling me to sit still and pray, I almost forgot my old job!”
