A priest and a nun, stranded in a blizzard, stumbled upon a tiny cabin. Inside, they found just one bed and a pile of blankets.
“Sister, you take the bed,” the priest insisted. “I’ll sleep in this sleeping bag.”
No sooner had he zipped himself in than the nun whispered, “Father… I’m cold.”
Dutifully, he climbed out, draped a blanket over her, and returned to his bag.
Minutes later, she spoke again. “Father… I’m still freezing.”
He sighed, got up, and added another blanket.
Just as he was drifting off, she murmured, “Father… I’m sooooo cold.”
This time, the priest grinned. “Sister, since we’re alone in the wilderness… why don’t we pretend we’re married?”
The nun smiled sweetly. “That sounds lovely.”
“Great!” he barked. “Then get your own blanket!”
