A friar walks into a bar and orders a beer. Suddenly, a Jesuit runs in and yells, "Brother Diotrophes, come look, your house is on fire!" The friar rushes out and then stops and thinks, "Wait a minute! I don't own a house."
The friar sits back down and orders another beer.
Soon a Franciscan runs in and yells, "Brother Diotrophes, come look, your car is being stolen!" The friar rushes out and then stops and thinks, "Wait a minute! I don't have a car."
The friar sits back down and orders another beer.
Soon a nun runs in and yells, "Brother Diotrophes, hurry up, you won the lottery and there's a million dollars waiting for you at the post office." The friar jumps up, runs to the post office, and then realizes, "Hey, My name isn't Brother Diotrophes!"
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