Two leprechauns knocked on the door of an Irish convent, and the Mother Superior opened it to find the two little men in green looking incredibly anxious.
“How can I help you, boys?” she asked.
The younger leprechaun looked up nervously. “Mother Superior, are there any leprechaun nuns in your convent?”
“No,” she replied, quite surprised. “We have none here.”
“Well, do you know of any leprechaun nuns in the entire county?” he pressed.
“No, I’m certain there are none in the county either,” she said.
“What about in all of Ireland?” the leprechaun pleaded.
The Mother Superior shook her head firmly. “As far as I know, there are absolutely no leprechaun nuns in this entire country. Why on earth do you ask?”
The younger leprechaun slowly turned to his buddy, his face filled with pure dread.
“I told you, Paddy! You were screwing a penguin!”
