Punch Line: Pincus Fuctus

Two Hasidic Jews, went to Pincus the tailor for new suits. "Pincus," said the first man, "we need new suits. But the last time we came to you for new suits, we told you we wanted black suits. The suits you made us were not black. They were sort of dark gray maybe, but not black. We need new suits, and this time we want black suits, from the darkest black cloth there is."

Pincus reached behind the counter for a bolt of cloth and said, "See this cloth? It is from this fabric that I make habits for nuns. In all the world," Pincus said, running the fabric through his fingers, "there is no blacker cloth than the cloth I make nun's habits from. It is from this cloth that I'll make your new suits!"

A few weeks later the two Hasids were walking down the street in their new suits when they passed two nuns. On a whim, one of the men went up to one of the nuns. He grabbed her sleeve and held it up against his own. Then, in an angry voice, he muttered something to his friend and they both walked on.

"What did that man want?" one nun asked the other. "I don't know," she replied, "he looked at my habit, said something in Latin, and left." "In Latin?" asked
the first nun. "What did he say?"

He said, "Marcus, Pincus fuctus."