Today's suggestion comes from my friend Brian, via Facebook:
A priest, a rabbi, and a hooker walk into a bar. The priest orders a virgin Bloody Mary, then joins the others at a booth. He finds the rabbi with a Hooker to his lips; the hooker is enjoying her first He'Brew.
"I must confess," he says, "This is highly unorthodox."
"You see, Jason," says the hooker, "I have this spiritual hole I need to fill. I figured you two could guide me, you know, biblically speaking. And rather than screw around, I thought I'd have you both at once."
The priest eyed his competition. "Well, Norah, if you come with me you might end up in a missionary position."
"Jesus Christ!" says the rabbi. "Quit pimping your religion. She's just looking for spiritual guidance."
"No need to be cross. It was just a proposition."
"Don't crucify me, I'm trying to help. Now, the Torah is kept in this thing called—"
"Hell no, not another one of your ark tangents. Like you said, David, she wants spiritual guidance."
The hooker bangs on the table. "Look," she says. "Stop whining about spirits. And remember, I'm a lay person. So drop the religious jargon, Jason. Quit being so priestly."
"For the love of God!"
"Oh, calm down. I was just trying to get a rise out of you." She takes one last swallow of He'Brew. "Ugh, I feel sick. I'm gonna find a john and pray to the porcelain god."
She heads for the exit instead. The rabbi goes to her and says, "We're just men, Norah. But hey, if you want to talk later, give me a call, girl." She brushes him off and leaves to walk the streets home.
He returns to the table. The priest shakes his head and says, "You're a star, David."
Not that it matters, but every single time I tried to type rabbi it initially came out as rabbit. If I'd kept it that way, it would've been cuter, but with lots more screwing.
Anyway, our next visitor to the bar will be a bowl of Rice Krispies. (And if you haven't yet made a suggestion, I'll leave the request lines open just a little while longer...)