This Just In...
From our roving reporter
My new bestest buddy and Big Toe (step aside, Sgt Hulka), Chad from On The Silent Planet has just informed the Caveman News Service that the new Bishop of Raleigh is nicknamed "The Barbell Bishop".
How nice to have someone in charge who gets his exercise from bangin' weights and hittin' the bricks, and not by ducking subpoenas or dodging questions.
Just me talkin' here... but I would be tickled to death if His Excellency would just swing on in here to Eastern North Carolina and commence to whuppin' some ass. Now I could give example upon example of priests, religious and laity in positions of authority preaching and teaching flat-out heresy, but I won't.
I'll just leave you with a description and you can use your imagination from there.
Last Sunday, the wife and I didn't attend Mass at our regular parish (she was a bit on the ill side). We decided to suck it up and go to the church downtown (only a few miles down the road). Now we both know that this is a liberal parish, but after no more than 3 minutes after walking into this 3 Ring Circus/I Love Me-Fest, my wife leaned towards me and whispered "when do the chariot races start"?
From our roving reporter
My new bestest buddy and Big Toe (step aside, Sgt Hulka), Chad from On The Silent Planet has just informed the Caveman News Service that the new Bishop of Raleigh is nicknamed "The Barbell Bishop".
How nice to have someone in charge who gets his exercise from bangin' weights and hittin' the bricks, and not by ducking subpoenas or dodging questions.
Just me talkin' here... but I would be tickled to death if His Excellency would just swing on in here to Eastern North Carolina and commence to whuppin' some ass. Now I could give example upon example of priests, religious and laity in positions of authority preaching and teaching flat-out heresy, but I won't.
I'll just leave you with a description and you can use your imagination from there.
Last Sunday, the wife and I didn't attend Mass at our regular parish (she was a bit on the ill side). We decided to suck it up and go to the church downtown (only a few miles down the road). Now we both know that this is a liberal parish, but after no more than 3 minutes after walking into this 3 Ring Circus/I Love Me-Fest, my wife leaned towards me and whispered "when do the chariot races start"?
posted by Kevin Whiteman at
1:59 PM
5 Comments:
I think that's a compliment, but I'm not sure. I wasn't even in kindergarten yet when Stripes came out.
(And, quit complaining. At least you don't live in Chapel Hill.)
Chad, of course it's a compliment!
"when do the chariot races start"...
I guess that means Mass was really, really bad. Were their dancing girls?
Dymph,
Dunno. We walked out.
Chariot races... reminds me of the film Ben Hur when Judah aka Charlton Heston prays to the Almighty God, his Roman enemy sees this and mockingly says "Hail Jupiter and give me victory!" you can probably figure who won the race and who died.
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