A Coloured, Whitey and an Indian sit in a restaurant.
They're staring at another man sitting on his own at a table in the corner.
He looks so familiar, and not recognising him is driving them mad.
They stare and stare, until suddenly the Coloured twigs: "My goodness
that is the POPE!"

Sure enough, it is the POPE.
Thrilled, they club in and send him over the best chow on the menu.
The Pope accepts the food, smiles over at the three men, and starts eating.
After he's finished eating, the Pope approaches the trio. He reaches
for the hand of the Indian and

shakes it, thanking him for the food.

When he lets go, the Indian gives a cry of amazement: "My Goodness!
The arthritis I've had for 30 yrs

is gone. It's a miracle!"

The Pope then also shakes the White's hand, thanking him. As he lets
go, the man's eyes widen in shock.
"Its true mate!!, the bad back I've had all my life is completely
gone. It's a miracle!"

The Pope then approaches the Coloured who knocks over a chair and a
table in trying to get away from the Pope. "What's wrong?" asks the
Pope. The Coloured shouts, "Jy rakie aan my nie, I'm on a disability
grant!!!