Getting a hairdryer through customs...


> Getting a hairdryer through customs...
> A distinguished young woman on a flight from Ireland asked the Priest
> beside her, 'Father, may I ask a favour?'
> 'Of course child. What may I do for you?'
> 'Well, I bought an expensive woman's electronic hair dryer for my
> mother's birthday that is unopened and well over the Customs limits,
> and I'm afraid they'll confiscate it. Is there any way you could carry
> it through customs for me? Under your robes perhaps?'
> I would love to help you, dear, but I must warn you: I will not lie.'
> 'With your honest face, Father, no one will question you.'
> When they got to Customs, she let the priest go ahead of her.
> The official asked, 'Father, do you have anything to declare?'
> 'From the top of my head down to my waist, I have nothing to declare.'
> The official thought this answer strange, so asked, 'And what do you
> have to declare from your waist to the floor?'
> 'I have a marvelous instrument designed to be used on a woman, but
> which is, to date, unused.'
> Roaring with laughter, the official said, 'Go ahead, Father. Next!'