I walked up to a Mennonite and asked him if he has ever played the Mennonite game. He said “no, how much does it cost?”
How did you find a Mennonite to marry that isn’t a cousin? I didn’t ask her if we are related.
One day, a barber was cutting the hair of a catholic priest. When he was done, the priest got up and was ready to pay the barber, but he refused the payment, saying, “I don’t accept money from leaders of the church.” The priest insisted, but to no avail. So, the next day when the barber opened his shop, he found two apple pies on his doorstep.
Later on, this barber was giving a haircut to a Jewish rabbi. When he was done, the Rabbi got up to pay the barber, but again he refused payment, despite the insistence of the Rabbi. He said, “No, I don’t accept money from religious figures.” So, the next morning, the barber found a dozen bagels on his doorstep.
Another time he was giving a haircut to a Mennonite minister, and the same thing happened again. As the Mennonite minister got up to pay for the haircut, the barber again refused payment, saying again how he wouldn’t accept money from leaders of the church. So, the next day the barber opened his shop to find five Mennonite ministers waiting for haircuts.