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  • hardie karges 12:21 pm on September 27, 2015 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: Catholic, gluttony, Il Papa, Pope, ,   

    Il Papa Got a Brand-New Bag (and it’s not Gucci)… 

    popeEven if you’re not Catholic, it’s hard not to enjoy the Pope’s current visit to the good ol’ USA, home of Original Sin, the more original the better. The fact that we don’t even know that speaks volumes. The fact that the most righteous church-goers are the worst offenders speaks even louder. After all, our national ‘tude is the least holy of all the developed countries, and most of the undeveloped ones, too…

    On the one hand we shoot up happiness into the main vein, like something from the corner drug store, available in pill form or capsule, cherry-flavored or chocolate surprise, the “pursuit of happiness” enshrined in our national Constitution, while the lesser happiness of pursuit goes unnoticed, the striving and the challenge inherent to survival superior in every way to the actual engorgement of carbohydrates and hydrocarbons into systems limited by design… (More …)

     
  • hardie karges 9:33 am on September 24, 2015 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: Papa, Papal States, Pope, salsa   

    Papal State of Mind… 

    popeMe: “Bless me, Father, for I have sinned”

    Him: “When was your last confession?”

    Me: “About two weeks ago.”

    Him: “Oh, right, the thing about being a contrary S-O-B. I remember now. That was good.” Chuckles.  And what is it now, my son?”

    Me:“It’s my diet, father.”

    Him: “Diet? That doesn’t sound very sinful.”

    Me: “I have eaten peach salsa.”

    Him: “Ouch. Hot, medium, or mild?”

    Me: “Medium—or so it says. Frankly, I don’t think any self-respecting taco would allow itself to be slathered with such a sauce.”

    Him: “Started with the pineapple salsa, didn’t you?”

    Me: “Yes, father. I have sinned.”

    Him: “Well, don’t be consumed by it. Get it—consumed?”

    Me: “Yes, father.”

    Him: “Say ten ‘Hail Marys’ and promise to never sin again—and maybe try some fresh jalapenos in that peach stuff; you never know, try it over rice…”

    Me: “Yes, father…”

     
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