A limo driver is sent to pick up the Pope at the airport.
After getting all of the Pope’s luggage loaded into the limo,
and He doesn’t travel light,
the driver notices that the Pope is still standing on the kerb
‘Excuse me, Your Holiness,’ says the driver,
‘Would you please take your seat so we can leave?’
‘Well, to tell you the truth,’ says the Pope, ‘they never
let me drive at the Vatican, and I’d really like to drive today.’
‘I’m sorry but I cannot let you do that. I’d lose my job!
And what if something should happen?’ protests the driver,
wishing he’d never gone to work that morning.
‘There might be something extra in it for you,’ says the Pope.
Reluctantly, the driver gets in the back as the Pope climbs
in behind the wheel. The driver quickly regrets
his decision when, after exiting the airport, the Pontiff
floors it, accelerating the limo to 105 mph.
‘Please slow down, Your Holiness!!!’ pleads the worried
driver, but the Pope keeps the pedal to the metal until
they hear sirens. ‘Oh, dear God, I’m gonna lose my
licence,’ moans the driver.
The Pope pulls over and rolls down the window as the cop
approaches, but the cop takes one look at him, goes back
to his motorcycle, and gets on the radio.
‘I need to talk to the Chief,’ he says to the dispatcher.
The Chief gets on the radio and the cop tells him that he’s
stopped a limo going a hundred and five.
‘So bust him,’ says the Chief.
‘I don’t think we want to do that – he’s really important,’ said the cop.
The Chief exclaimed, ‘All the more reason!’
‘No, I mean really important,’ said the cop.
The Chief then asked, ‘Who have you got there, the Mayor?’
Cop: ‘Bigger.’
Chief: ‘Governor?’
Cop: ‘Bigger.’
‘Well,’ said the Chief, ‘Who is it?’
Cop: ‘I think it’s God!’
Chief: ‘What makes you think it’s God?’
Cop: ‘He’s got the f**ing Pope as a chauffeur!’
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