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Sugarloaf, a happy, cheerful and exuberant lady from the mountains out west, sent this one...

A Utah Mormon was seated next to an Irishman on a flight from London.

Once the plane was airborne, drink orders were taken, usually the Irishman's favorite part of the flight. The Irishman asked for a whiskey, which was promptly brought and placed before him.

The flight attendant then asked the Mormon if he would like a drink.

He replied in disgust, "I'd rather be brutally ravaged by a dozen hookers than allow liquor touch my lips."

The Irishman then handed his drink back to the attendant and said, "Damn! I didn't know we had a choice."
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