Two Irish nuns had just arrived in America by ship. As they stepped onto land, one said to the other, “I’ve heard people here actually eat dogs.”
Her companion replied, “Well, if we’re going to live in America, we might as well do what Americans do.”
The Mother Superior nodded firmly, pointed to a nearby hot dog stand, and they walked over.
“One hot dog each, please,” one of them said.
The vendor cheerfully wrapped the hot dogs in foil and handed them to them. The nuns quickly went to sit on a bench, excited to try this American tradition.
The Mother Superior unwrapped hers first. She stared at it, her face turning red. After a moment, she leaned toward the other nun and whispered, “Which part did you get?”
