Two orthodox Jews went to Pincus the tailor for new suits. "Listen, Pincus, " one said, "the last suits
you made for us were sort of gray. We want black suits, the darkest black cloth that we can get."

"See this cloth?" Pincus said, fingering a bolt of fabric. "This is the stuff they make nuns' habits from.
There ain't no blacker cloth."

A few weeks later, the two men were walking down the street in their new suits when they passed
two nuns. Impulsively, one of the men went up to the nuns and matched his suit against their habits.
Becoming angry, he muttered something to his friend and they both walked off.

"What did that man want?" one nun asked the other.

"I don't know," she replied, "He looked at my garment, said something in Latin and left."

"What did he say?"

"He said, 'Pincus Fucktus'.