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Two missionaries, Father Barry and Sister Veronica, were crossing the Sahara Desert on a camel. On the third day out, the camel suddenly dropped dead without warning.

Dusting themselves off, the priest and nun surveyed their situation.

After a long period of silence, Father Barry spoke. "Well, Sister, this looks pretty grim."

"I know, Father. In fact, I don't think it likely that we can survive more than a day or two."

"I agree," said the priest. "Sister, since we are unlikely to make it out of here alive, would you do something for me?"

"Anything, Father."

"I have never seen a woman's breasts and I was wondering if I might see yours, Sister."

"Well, under the circumstances I don't see that it would do any harm." responded Sister Veronica.

The nun opened her habit and the priest enjoyed the sight of her shapely breasts, commenting frequently on their beauty.

"Sister, would you mind if I touched them?"

She consented and he fondled them for several minutes.

"Father, could I ask something of you?"

"Yes, Sister?"

"I have never seen a man's private parts. Could I possibly see yours?

"I suppose that would be OK," the priest replied as he lifted his robe.

"Ooh Father… May I touch it?"

The priest consented and after a few minutes of fondling he was quite aroused.

"Sister, you know that if I insert this in the right place, it can Give Life."

"Is that true, Father?"

"Yes, it is, Sister Veronica."

"Oh, Father Barry, that's wonderful... Stick it in the camel and let's get the hell out of here!"
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