The Dwarves Are In Rome.

What Follows Next Will Blow Your Mind.

The seven dwarves are in Rome and they go on a tour of the city.

After a while, they go to the Vatican and meet the Pope.

Grumpy, for once, seems to have a lot to say.

He keeps asking the Pontiff questions about the church and, in particular, the nuns.

“Your Holiness, do you have any really short nuns?” Grumpy asks.

“No, my son, all of our nuns are at least five feet tall,” smiles the Pope.

“Are you sure? I mean, you wouldn’t have any nuns that are, say, about my height? Maybe a little shorter?”

“I’m afraid not. Why do you ask?”

“No reason,” replies Grumpy.

“But you’re positive? Nobody in a habit that’s about three feet tall, maybe two-and-a-half feet tall?”

“I’m sure, my vertically-challenged son,” says the Pope, trying not to show his curiosity.

“Okay,” moans Grumpy.

So the Pope listens to the dwarves as they leave the building.

“What’d he say? What’d he say?” chant the other six dwarves.

Grumpy mutters,

“He said they don’t have any.”

And the other six starts chanting,

“Grumpy f*cked a penguin! Grumpy f*cked a penguin!”