An elderly Pope arrived in New York City, slipping into a waiting limousine without fanfare. Spotting the driver, a mischievous spark lit his eyes. “I never get to drive anymore,” he said. “Mind if I take the wheel?” The driver, hesitant but deferential, agreed.
Soon, the Pope was flooring it at over 100 mph through city streets. A police cruiser lit up behind them. The officer, peering in, froze at the sight of the Pope and radioed his sergeant: “I’ve pulled over a limo, but the driver is… someone huge.” “Bigger than the mayor?” “Way bigger.” “The governor?” “Higher.” “The President?” “Even higher.” “Then who?!”
The officer paused. “I don’t know… but the Pope’s driving for him.”
In another cheeky tale, a priest got pulled over for speeding. As the officer neared, he smelled booze and spied an empty wine bottle on the floor. “Father, been drinking?” “Just water, officer.” “Then why the wine smell?” The priest glanced down, feigning shock: “Good Lord, He’s done it again!”
These yarns show even the holiest souls crave a little fun—and that faith pairs perfectly with a good laugh.
