Chicken noodle soup Speaking of the Bible, and all things pure and right, two nuns walking down the street have gasped in pure delight; they haven’t gasped too loudly— and have to act disgusted, but underneath their uniform their minge has near combusted. Just around the corner, is Dick, the strolling loner— his head is rather mushroom shaped and looks just like a boner; Dick has cast a shadow from the beam of lamppost light, His mushroom head projection, Is a very, phallic, sight. The nuns look so embarrassed and their instinct is rejection; even though they’d gladly sin to sit on that erection; but these old nuns are dry down there they sure can’t have a poke; yet deep inside they had a wish to dribble, gag and choke; a #life of sexual abstinence has really took its toll; these rampant nuns would burn in hell to suck upon that pole; their eyes are glazing over as they dream of lust and sin, those often deadpan faces now display a naughty grin; their thoughts are racing quickly, "need to see that meat for real— maybe we can share it if we both get down and kneel?” Dick's just turned the corner and the nuns show real surprise; his head has jogged their memory— "We are shopping for supplies"; their lust has been extinguished as the passion starts to droop— “We need to get some mushrooms For that chicken noodle soup".