The Hair Dryer: Getting it through customs.
A young woman on a flight from Ireland asked the
priest beside her, 'Father, may I ask a favour?'
'Of course, child. What can I do for you?'
'Well, I bought an expensive woman's electric 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
he asked, 'And what do you have to declare
from your waist to the floor?'
'I have a marvellous instrument designed to
be used on a woman, but which is, to date,
unused.'
Roaring with laughter, the official said, 'Go
ahead, Father. Next!'