Sister Ivory Darkmore was no ordinary nun, she accepted her sinfulness with glee and child like exuberance. After all she could just go to confession once a week and all would be forgiven after a few Hail Mary's. 

Smoking weed, drinking wine as she pleased, but her favorite pastime was doing coke with a rolled up Benjamin. Oh how she loved that initial burn when it flew into her nose. That first initial sensation was near as good as an orgasm, and cleaner too.

She wondered though that maybe she ought to lay off the coke for a short spell, she was seeing things after all. Like a walrus walking among the people as if it belonged among humans doing human things. It seemed to be bouncing around with a ripe purple fruit or maybe it was just a deep red, looked a lot like a plum. She felt sorry for the naked person walking around drinking donkeymilk, just because they cantfindasuit. But the site that really made her think she should lay off the coke for a short spell was the woman walking around with scissorhands, talking to the bloke who had a taco gun slinging tacos at everyone. 

She wasn't  sure which site convinced her to lay off the coke. For a short spell anyways. God knows she can't stop sinning. Thank heavens and the angels for the confessional or her soul would be condemned to hell. In the meantime she rushed to catch one of the flying tacos before it hit the ground all that pot she smoked gave her the munchies.

The Cad had been roistering and doistering when he happened upon a the finest penguin he'd ever seen.

'Why sister, that outfit is most becoming.  why, i'd like to 'get into the habit' if you catch my meaning'

Dingo Dong!

Oh you cad. The Sister giggled. You couldn't handle this habit if you tried. She smiled sweetly and took a hit off her spliff. Besides you may become addicted, and the Hail Mary's I would have to do for getting you so addicted just isn't worth it.