Later, at customs, the officer asked, “Anything to declare, Father?” The priest calmly replied, “From my head down to my waist, nothing to declare.” Intrigued, the officer pressed, “And from your waist down?” The priest answered, “Well, there’s something quite special down there. It’s a small device made for ladies, never before used.” Flustered, the officer turned red, laughed, and waved him through, saying, “Move along, Father… and good luck.”

Little Johnny was dragging a heavily loaded red wagon to his dad’s house, struggling up a steep hill. Frustrated, he grumbled, “Ugh! This stupid thing is heavy!” A nearby priest scolded him, “Johnny, mind your language. The Lord hears everything—He’s everywhere.” Johnny wiped his brow and asked, “Everywhere?” The priest nodded, “Yes, in the church, the trees, even walking beside you.” Johnny glanced back at his wagon and said, “Is He in my wagon too?” The priest chuckled, “Yes, Johnny. He’s there too.” Without hesitation, Johnny shouted, “Well, tell Him to get out and help push already!”

I was on a bus when a stylish woman, drenched in luxurious perfume, sat beside me. Curious, I asked, “Excuse me, your perfume is amazing—what is it?” She smiled, “It’s Chanel. Straight from Paris.” We rode in silence until I discreetly passed gas. She winced and waved her hand, exclaiming, “Oh my heavens! What is that smell?” Unfazed, I replied, “Garlic. I’m from Gilroy, California—the garlic capital of the world.”