> A young woman on a flight from Ireland asked the priest beside her,
>
> 'Father, may I ask a favor?'
>
> '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 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'.