It's the late 1800's. Sister Noreen turns ninety-five, so the local doctor comes to call. The doctor says, "You're in pretty good health, but I suggest you take a shot of whiskey twice a day to relax." She says, "Oh, I could never be lured into worldly pleasures, doctor." The doctor tells the Mother Superior, and she says, "Don't you be worrying, doctor. Sister Noreen loves milk. I'll have the kitchen spike her milk twice a day." A year later, Sister Noreen is on her death bed. The Mother Superior says, "Sister Noreen, would you like to leave us with any words of wisdom?" Sister Noreen croaks out, "....Don't....ever....sell....that... cow..." |