The Mother Superior in the convent school was chatting with her
young charges and she asked them what they wanted to be when they
grew up.
A twelve-year-old said, I want to be a prostitute.
The Mother Superior fainted dead away on the spot. When they revived
her, she raised her head from the ground and gasped, What did you say?
The young girl shrugged. I said I want to be a prostitute.
A prostitute! the Mother Superior said, Oh, praise sweet Jesus!
And I thought you said you wanted to be a Protestant.