Two nuns from the Vatican have just arrived in Chicago for a conclave and are walking through O’Hare. Spotting a hot dog stand, the novitiate says to her Mother Superior in Italian “I hear that the occupants of this country actually eat dogs and that Chicago makes the very best dogs.” The elder sister replies, “Then I suppose we should try one.” They approach the vendor and hold up two fingers. He hands them each a foil wrapped packet. Excited, they hurry to a table and unwrap their first American meals. Staring at hers for a moment, the younger nun giggles, leans over and whispers “What part did you get?” 

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