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(NV.J) Italian Nuns

Three Italian nuns die and go to heaven.
At the Pearly Gates, they are met by St. Peter. He says, "Sisters, you all led such exemplary lives that the Lord is granting you six months to go back to earth and be anyone you wish to be."
The nuns look excitedly at each other. "Oh my!" the first nun says, "I want to go back as Sophia Loren!" Poof! She disappears.
The second nun steps forward. "I want to be Madonna!" she says and - poof! - she's gone too.
It's the turn of the third nun. She can hardly contain herself. "I want to be Sarah Pipalini!" she beams.
St. Peter looks perplexed. "Er...who?" he asks.
"Sarah Pipalini!" replies the nun.
St. Peter shakes his head and says, "I'm sorry, but that name just doesn't ring a bell."
The nun takes a newspaper out of her habit pocket and hands it to St. Peter. St. Peter reads
the paper and rolls his eyes. He hands it back to her and sighs. "No sister, the paper says it was the 'Sahara Pipeline' that was laid by 1,400 men in 6 months."
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