A cop pulls over a carload of nuns.

Cop: “Sister, this is a 65 MPH highway — why are you going so slow?”

Sister: “Sir, I saw a lot of signs that said 22, not 65.”

Cop: “Oh sister, that’s not the speed limit, that’s the name of the

highway you’re on!

Sister: Oh! Silly me! Thanks for letting
me know. I’ll be more
careful.

At this point the cop looks
in the backseat where the other nuns are
shaking and trembling.

Cop: Excuse me, Sister, what’s wrong with your friends back
there?
They’re shaking something terrible.

Sister: Oh, we just
got off of highway 119.