Getting a hairdryer through customs...
>
> A distinguished young woman on a flight from Ireland asked the Priest
> beside
> her, 'Father, may I ask a favor?'
>
> 'Of course child. What may I do for you?'
>
> 'Well, I bought an expensive woman's electronic hair dryer for my
Mother's
> birthday that is unopened and well over the Customs limits, and I'm
afraid
> they'll confiscate it. Is there any way you could carry it through
customs
> for me? Under your robes perhaps?'
>
> 'I would love to help you, dear, but I must warn you: I will not
lie.'
>
> 'Father with your honest face, no one will question you.'
>
> When they got to Customs, she let the priest go ahead of her.
>
> The official asked, 'Father, do you have anything to declare?'
>
> 'From the top of my head down to my waist, I have nothing to
declare.'
>
> The official thought this answer strange, so asked, 'And what do you
have
> to
> declare from your waist to the floor?'
>
> 'I have a marvelous instrument designed to be used on a woman, but
which
> is,
> to date, unused.'
>
> Roaring with laughter, the official said, 'Go ahead, Father.
Next!'