Pope in Sydney

All of the Pope's luggage loaded into the Limo at the Sydney airport - he doesn't travel light. The driver notices that the Pope is still standing on the curb.

"Excuse me, Your Holiness," says the driver, "Would you please take your seat so we can leave?"

"Well, to tell you the truth," says the Pope, "They never let me drive at the Vatican, and I'd really like to drive today."

"I'm sorry but I cannot let you do that. I'd lose my job! And what if something should happen?" Protests the driver. After another moment the driver reluctantly got in the back as the Pope climbs behind the wheel. The driver quickly regrets this decision when, after exiting the airport, the Pontiff floors it, accelerating the Limo to 150 km/hr on the M2.

"Please slow down You Holiness!" Pleads the worried driver, but the Pope keeps the pedal to the metal until they hear sirens.

"Oh no, I'm gonna lose my license," moans the driver.

The Pope pulls over and rolls down the window as the cop approaches, but the cop takes one look at him, goes back to his motorcycle, and gets on the radio.

"I need to talk to the Police Commissioner," he says to the dispatcher.

The Police Commissioner gets on the radio and cop tells him that he's stopped a Limo going 150."

"So bust him," says the Commissioner.

"I don't think we want to do that - he's really important," said the cop.

"All the more reason!" Exclaimed the Commissioner.

"No, I mean really important," said the cop.

"Who have you got there," the Commissioner asked, "the Premier?"

"Bigger," says the cop.

"The Prime Minister?" Asks the Commissioner.

"Bigger."

"Well," says the Commissioner, "Who is it?"

"I think it's God!"

"What makes you think it's God?" Asks the Commissioner.

"He's got the Pope as a chauffuer" !!!!!