You know how some people are afraid of clowns? With me it’s nuns.
Whenever I saw one I wanted to run the other way.
OK, this drunk staggers out of a bar on Halloween, and he sees a nun standing by a bus stop bench.
He walks over to her, slowly and as carefully as he can, managing not fall down. Then he hits her right in the face with a haymaker. She falls to the ground like a sack of potatoes.
He stands over and yells, “Not so tough now, are you Batman!”
Okay, another nun story, but not a lot to do with Halloween, except for the month. In October, 1990, I was 8-1/2 months pregnant and suffering very poor health, so bad, that I couldn’t sit inside a church for mass, so I was standing/pacing outside praying the rosary, which I pretty much did all day long. A woman walks up to me (remember I’m 8-1/2 months pregnant), and says, “I always see you praying; are you a nun?” :)