Here one. Not from Pakistan. No chinee either.
Sister Mary walked into the town liquor store, picked up a bottla whisky, and went to check out.
"Ah Jayzus, sister, whata ya be buyin' dat fer? I didn't tink yous nuns can drink b 'gorrah!" said Paddy, the shop owner.
"It's not for me, it's for Mother Superior's constipation" Mary told him.
"Ah, I see. Well then, here ya are. Have a nice day" Paddy tells her. Couple hours later, Paddy closes the shop and walks toward home in the rain. He comes across Sister Mary laying on the side of the road soaking wet, filthy, covered in vomit, and with only a drop of booze left in the bottle.
"Saints preserve us! What'd ya go drinkin' dat bottle fer? I tunk ya said dat was fer Mother Superior's constipation lass!" Paddy asks her.
"It is!" she says with a slur. "She's gonna shit when she sees me like this!"