Nuns used to come into the gun range where I worked. Mother Superior had a .357 and used to teach the other nuns how to use it. The owner always comped them the range time (charged for ammo though), and a couple of times they even rented AR15s.
I used to work in a convent for retired nuns. Nuns drink, and the Irish Catholic ones I worked for drank A LOT. From June 21st until Labor Day there was a keg at all times in the cafeteria. During Easter and Christmas, there would be CASES of Johnnie Walker Red and surprisingly, Malibu. Nuns can party harder and longer than you would ever believe. These women were between 65 and 100 drinking straight scotch and beer while playing the piano late into the night.
I used to fantasize about convent life, but then I went on a few retreats and realized that I couldn't deal with the 'institutional' aspect of the life. After a few days of lining up for meals with a tray, I realized that I'd be lining up three times a day to eat cafeteria food that I didn't choose... forever. That was it for me. It wasn't just the meals, but the realization that so much of my everyday life would be decided for me like it would be in any other institution - school, jail, a hospital. I appreciate all those places, but I don't want to live there!
Nuns love men. Why wouldn't they? Just because they take a vow of celibacy doesn't mean they don't appreciate the opposite sex.
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