There used to be a Nob Hill market in Sunnyvale where the Sprouts market is now. My wife, Lan, and I used to go there at least once a week for the exceptional produce.
The trip to the market took us past a Catholic church on Old San Francisco Road. One morning we were going past the church when Lan said, "Dave, look at the small evergreen trees in front of that church. Someone has trimmed them so the top of each one looks just like the head of a dick!"
This was enormously amusing to us. We came up with new jokes almost every time we passed that church for the next few months.
"We better slow down, we're going past the Church of Saint Richard, the Dick".
"Let's have a moment of silence as we pass the Church of the Divine Dildos".
Lan had a friend who was in her early 60's, had never been married, and was a dedicated Catholic. She wasn't that religious, she just liked being a member of the Catholic club and enthusiastically embraced every ritual.
One afternoon she stopped by our house to visit. She and Lan decided to go to the Nob Hill Market after Lan described how much she liked the produce there. As they were passing the Catholic church, her friend crossed herself and said, "Look at the lovely trees in front of that Catholic church."
Lan started laughing so hard she had to pull over and stop the car. When she regained her composure, she explained why she was laughing so hard.
Her friend's face turn as red as a Cardinal's clown hat.