Two orthodox Jews went to Pincus the tailor for new suits. "Listen,
Pincus," one said, "the last suits you made for us were sort of grey. We
want black suits, the darkest black cloth that we can get." "See this
cloth?" Pincus said, fingering a roll of fabric. "This is the stuff they
make nuns' habits from. There ain't no blacker cloth."

A few weeks later, the two men were walking down the street in their new
suits when they passed two nuns. Impulsively, one of the men went up to
the nuns and matched his suit against their habits. Becoming angry, he
muttered something to his friend and they both walked off.

"What did that man want?" one nun asked the other. "I don't know," she
replied, "He looked at my garment, said something in Latin and left."
"What did he say?" "He said, 'Pincus ****tus'."

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Skipper