A religious joke..

The Pope is leaving the vatican in his chauffeur driven black stretch V8 limousine. His chauffeur for the last 15 years has just retired, his new very young chauffeur is standing by, nervously, his first day on the job. Your Holiness as he gestures the Pope towards the opened door to the back seat.
As no one is watching, the Pope pressures his new pimply chauffeur, in 15 years I have never been allowed to drive my own car, I need to do it at least once in this lifetime, he pressures the lad, slips into the drivers seat, and the driver slips into the back seat, doors closed and the Pope motors out of the Vatican. Turns left onto the highway, and plants his foot, 80 mph, the chauffeur stressing, sweating, your Holiness, this is a bad idea. I will lose my job, the Pope assures all will be well as he plants his foot pedal to the metal ... 120 mph down the freeway. The inevitable siren and blue flashing lights from the police motorbike, the cop pulls the limo over to the side, the chauffeur is in a cold sweat at this stage.. The cop gestures the driver to open the window, and immediately recognizes who is behind the wheel, excuse me your holiness he stutters and races to his bike, immediately calling his Sargent sarge he says into the hand piece, I have pulled over a black limo doing 120 mph on the freeway, Great says the sarge book him, but hes important says the cop, better still book him, but like he is really important sarge, his sarge replies I dont care if he is one of those visiting dignitaries, book him, but he is bigger than that sarge, says the cop. Look constable you are wasting my time here who is you are booking that is so important. .. I cant see in the back but I think its GOD sarge, steaming with anger now the sarge screams what makes you think you are booking GOD!!! Well replies the cop he has the POPE as his chauffeur.