ég veit ekki hvort það er enkver búinn að birta þenna brandara hér áður en eg var allavegana að sjá hann áðan og fanst hann fyndin

The Seven Dwarfs go to the Vatican, and because they are “the seven
dwarfs,” they get ushered in to see the Pope.
Dopey leads the pack.
“Dopey my son,” says the Pope, “what can I do for you?”
Dopey asks, “Excuse me, Your Excellency, but are there any dwarf nuns in Rome?”
The Pope wrinkles his brow at the odd question, thinks for a moment
and answers, “No, Dopey, there are no dwarf nuns in Rome.”
In the background a few of the dwarfs begin giggling. Dopey turns
around and gives them a glare, silencing them.
Dopey turns back to face the Pope.
“Your Worship, are there any dwarf nuns in all of Europe?”
The Pope, puzzled again, thinks for a moment and then answers, “No,
Dopey, there are no dwarf nuns in all of Europe.”
This time all the other dwarfs burst into laughter. Once again, Dopey turns around and silences them with an angry look.
Dopey turns back to the Pope and says, “Mr. Pope, are there ANY dwarf nuns in the whole world?”
The Pope answers, “I'm sorry, my son, there are no dwarf nuns
anywhere in he world.”
The other dwarfs collapse into a heap, rolling, laughing and pounding on the floor, tears rolling down their cheeks as they begin chanting:
“Dopey screwed a penguin! Dopey screwed a penguin!”