Lyle who passed away in january told me good stories, often on the borderline and even over.
This is a joke I think you should read:
A young woman was sitting next to a priest on a flight
returning from Switzerland. She says to him, "Excuse
me, Father, may I ask you for a favour?"
"Well, of course, Miss. What can I do for you?"
"I have bought myself an amazingly sophisticated
electronic hair remover. I paid a lot of money for it.
It's well over the Customs limits, and I have no money
left for duties. Could you perhaps sneak it through
Customs under your robes?"
"I certainly could my dear, only I must warn you that
I shall not lie," says the priest.
"You have such an honest face, Father, that no one
would question you," says the woman and hands him the
hair remover.
After landing they proceed through Customs. "Father,
do you have anything to declare?" asks the Customs
officer.
"From the top of my head down to my waist I have
nothing to declare my son," replies the priest.
The Customs officer raises an eyebrow and says, "And
from the waist down to the floor, what DO you have to
declare?"
The priest replies, "I have a marvelous little
instrument designed to be used on a woman. It has
never been used."
Roaring with laughter, the Custom's officer says, "Go
right through, Father
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