A priest was assigned a small church in the Alaskan backwoods.
After a couple of years, the bishop stopped by to see how he was doing.
“Ah, Bishop, it’s really lonely here. I couldn’t have made it without my Rosary and two martinis a day.”
The bishop replied, “You know, a martini would taste good right now.”
The priest agreed and yelled into the kitchen, “Hey, Rosary! Fix us a couple of martinis, will ya!?”