The Pope is having a shower. Although he is very strict about the celibacy rules, he occasionally feels the need to empty his scrotal sacs, and this is one of these occasions.
Just as he shoots his load, he sees a photographer taking a picture of the holy seed flying through the air.
"Hold on a minute," says the Pope, "you can't do that. You'll destroy the reputation of the Catholic Church."
"This picture is my lottery win," says the photographer. "I'll be financially secure for life."
So the Pope offers to buy the camera off the photographer, and after lots of nego- tiation, they eventually arrive at a figure of two million dollars.
The Pope then dries himself off, and heads off with his new camera. He meets his house- keeper, who spots the camera.
"That looks like a really good camera," she says, "how much did it cost you?"
"Two million dollars," replies the Pope.
"TWO MILLION DOLLARS!" says the housekeeper, "they must have seen you coming."