A freak snow storm caught a priest and a nun off guard as they were driving on an old dirt road through a sparsely populated part of the country. They could barely see where they were going and even though they had only gone a short distance since the blizzard started, it felt like they had traveled for miles on end. To make a very long story much shorter, they saw an old hunter’s cabin and decided to pull over and check it out because it was indeed getting cold and the roads were no longer traversable. Once in the cabin, they found blankets, wood and a fireplace, a bed and a bench. After starting a small fire, the priest told the nun that she could have the bed and he would sleep on the bench. The priest then placed a couple of the blankets on the bed and took a couple for himself to the bench and prepared for sleep. Once both were getting comfortable, the nun asked the priest for another blanket so he got up, got another blanket and covered her with it. About 10 minutes after the priest got comfortable again, the nun announced the she was still cold and asked the priest for yet another blanket. So….the priest got up again, got her a blanket and went back to his bench. Just when he was about to nod off, the nun once again told the priest that she was still cold and asked anew if she could have another blanket. The priest swung his legs off of the bench and proposed something strange to the ears of the nun. He said, why don’t we act like we’re married? I mean, you’re a woman and I’m a man and no one is around and I’m sure that God will understand so what do you say, shall we? The nun thought about it for a few seconds and told the priest that as long as they were only acting like they were married and no one else would know about it, she said she could see no harm in it. Okay, said the priest, we’re going to act like we’re married? Yes, said the nun. Then, said the priest, get up and get your own damned blanket!