Gotta love those nuns
Richard sent this along. . . .;-))
Justin,
I thought of you when I read this in a group which I follow:
This video reminds me of a funny high school moment here in France when I was 15-16 years old, circa 1969-1970.
After
showering, two of us began playing the same game, stark naked and
running out of the shower room while an old nun was walking in the
corridor. She was going to our school's kitchen where she helped to
cook. Athletic and well-hung, our mates were rather proud of their
bodies and "equipments".
The nun was maybe 80 years old, so she was around 25-30 during WWI and 50-55 during WWII.
She looked
like an old Iranian woman in a chador, had round old-fashioned small
glasses on her big round nose. We nicknamed her "castor bigleux"
("poorly-sighted beaver") because she looked very much like a beaver
wearing glasses on her tiny eyes. She was abrupt and never smiled. On
the attached toon, I tried to reproduce her as faithfully as possible.
When
both guys crossed her way, all three of them suddenly stopped. We other
guys, already dressed again, were anxiously watching that surreal
scene.
But
she quietly watched them from hair to toes while they mockingly faced
her and she said : "You know gentlemen, I’ve been a nurse during both
World Wars so I've seen hundreds of them... most of which were far
bigger and prettier than yours, by the way". And she quietly carried on
her way...
Richard
2 comments:
"This video"....???
Anyway, the old lady says she's seen much prettier ones....I've never thought of the equipment that I do love...as "pretty".
"Nice", Tempting", "Desirable", "Delicious", "Tasty", "Sweet", "Cute" ...yes....but pretty? That word has never been on the tip of my tongue so to speak, when I have viewed equipment.
Come to think of it, some other words have been on my mind when I've viewed some ...."Scary", "Monster", "Fierce", "Fat", "Whoa!" "Run Away!" ....etc
Hmmm...but I'll look on the positive side... I don't have the same point of view as an 80 year old nun,and that's got to be good!
When I was in primary school run by the Sisters of St Joseph, the boy's loo was out in the yard. It had a high wall against which one peed. Naturally, boys being boys, the challenge was to pee over the top of the wall. One boy succeeded as a nun passed by. Hehe.
Say no more.
AND IT WASN'T ME.
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