Do you girls want a little bit of cocaine? Because if you are going to get high I’d rather you do it in the house.
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Particularly given that there are plenty of other places where you can hold bible study. My college made rooms available even on weekends, you could go to someone’s house, you might even be able to convince someone in authority at a church to let you study the bible there.
............I keep trying to write a joke about the Jesus statue people but I just can’t think of one that does any justice to that level of crazy. Jesus is DEAD. Y’all read a whole book about it like every day. It’s the basis for your whole religion!! Why are you trying to feed him????
The people are fun to laugh at in this story but the fact there’s a weekend edition of BCO is undeniably proof God exists.
*rubs eyes* Weekend BCO? WEEKEND BCO!!!
My father was a real prick. He immigrated to America from Hungary after the revolution failed and Russia got a little uhhhhhh shall we say heavy handed in their approach. Because of this he was kinda looked down on as “that weird immigrant kid”, didn’t date, didn’t have a TON of friends, etc. . When I was in high…
Tattoos are frowned upon in Judaism. Yom Kippur is the highest of holidays where you’re supposed to the spend the day fasting, praying, and atoning. Guess who was in the middle of getting a new tattoo when she looked at the calendar on her phone and noticed it was Yom Kippur?
We went to my cousin’s baby’s baptism and she cried and wailed throughout the whole thing (my cousin had a wobbily smile the whole time) & the priest said “Calm down little demon.” It broke the tension and everybody cracked up. The baby was fine she was just teething.
My husband and I toured the Paris Catacombs. It was one of the pivotal experiences in my life - I emerged with a profound acceptance of my own mortality, along with some insight into the darker side of human nature. While we were in there, we saw a woman (an American, sunnysunny-blond, moneyed, extremely entitled) pry…
During the children’s sermon on Christmas Eve, the pastor gave the gifts these gorgeously wrapped presents. The kids opened them and the boxes were empty - he was building to something. So he asked the kids if they knew why their boxes were empty? Much much louder than he anticipated due to the fine ascoustics in the…
That is the truest act of peace this side of Jesus himself. Actually shaking hands with a daemon.
I have no memory of this, but apparently I once ran up to the altar and made off with the communion bread when I was really young.
Oh! I have another one. I had to shake Donald Trump’s hand during the Peace at church on Easter Sunday. Two years in a row.
Me and my sisters went to catholic school for a year when we were little because we were living in an area where my parents didn’t feel great about the public schools. (We’re not catholic.)
Well this is a story of my grandfather at a moment of great family sadness and pain.
My ex-fiance is now a priest (not Catholic), and one summer he stayed in the guest room at the parish priest’s house. I was between housing situations for a night, so they let me stay over, and we went at it like rabbits. So yeah, did it with an almost-priest in a current priest’s house.
Heh. My mom was similarly fooled for a brief second when I was 6 and reported that my favorite song was something called “Livin’ on a Prayer.”
My Jewish parents attended mass given at the Vatican by Pope John Paul II. I asked why, and my dad told me he was hungry and wanted the cracker.
I wrote a parody of Passion of the Christ (as a kind of performance art piece) that was so sacrilegious that my friends who performed in it had their kid taken away in a custody dispute when the Catholic judge was shown pics of it. Took years to straighten out. Worst thing I ever accidentally did.