Holy Prostitutes

A man is driving down a deserted stretch of highway when he notices a sign out of the corner of his eye....It reads: 
SISTERS OF ST. FRANCIS
HOUSE OF PROSTITUTION
10 MILES
He thinks this is a figment of his imagination and drives on without a second thought....

Soon he sees another sign which reads:

SISTERS OF ST. FRANCIS
HOUSE OF PROSTITUTION
5 MILES
Suddenly he begins to realize that these signs are for real and drives past a third sign saying:

SISTERS OF ST. FRANCIS
HOUSE OF PROSTITUTION
NEXT RIGHT
His curiosity gets the best of him and he pulls into the drive. On the far side of the parking lot is a stone building with a small sign next to the door reading:

SISTERS OF ST. FRANCIS
He climbs the steps and rings the bell. The door is answered by a nun in a long black habit who asks, 'What may we do for you my son? '

He answers, 'I saw your signs along the highway and was interested in possibly doing business....'

'Very well my son. Please follow me.' He is led through many winding passages and is soon quite disoriented. The nun stops at a closed door and tells the man, 'Please knock on this door.'

He does so and another nun in a long habit, holding a tin cup answers the door... This nun instructs, 'Please place $100 in the cup then go through the large wooden door at the end of the hallway.'

He puts $100 in the cup, eagerly trots down the hall and slips through the door pulling it shut behind him.

The door locks, and he finds himself back in the parking lot facing another sign:
GO IN PEACE.
YOU HAVE JUST BEEN SCREWED BY THE SISTERS OF ST. FRANCIS.
SERVES YOU RIGHT, YOU SINNER

Nuns on barstools

Sisters Mary Catherine, Maria  Theresa, Katherine Marie, Rose Frances &  Mary Kathleen went on a trip to St.  Patrick's Cathedral in New York City.
They were  sight-seeing and the day was  hot  and humid, especially in their  traditional garb.  The heat and humidity made the sisters very thirsty.

The saw  Patty McGuire's Pub nearby and went in for a nice long icy Cokes.

Patty had recently added  special legs to his barstools, which were the  talk of the fashionable eastside neighborhood.  All five nuns went up to the bar and sat on the stools.

They were  enjoying their Cokes when Monsignor Riley and Father  McGinty entered the bar through the front  door with the same intention of sipping on a nice cold drink.

They entered the pub, saw the nuns and almost had heart-attacks.