Absence
Greetings to you all this beautiful day. An unexpected technical glitch stymied my activity over the ether the last few days, but now, through the timely intervention of a close acquaintance, I am able to bring you some news of sorts.
The weather on the island has been horrendous, a strong wind sweeping in across the Irish Sea and blasting our flesh to the marrow, to quote a famous song.
I have taken the opportunity that this communication breakdown has afforded me to improve myself. This involved books, tapes and roleplays with a rather sickly old Monk who taught such skills on the mainland before relinquishing his old life. As such I shall be able to approach my Careers career with added professionalism and utilise a certain amount of motivational jargon, a must in this modern world.
I will be shopping later today to obtain some light refreshments for a gathering of some of the greatest religious minds on the island. We'll be discussing such mysteries as the Trinity, Predestination and 'real or silicone', which of course relates to tits and our preferences thereof. We will also endeavour to get ourselves pissed and, as is traditional, have a proper wrestling tournament. Father Wheeler is a demon (though not literally) at grappling and will be defending his title for the third year. Father Gibbon may also attend, though his erratic ways leave that possibility in the realms of conjecture for now.
I shall report as soon as is practical.
Health Check: Touching cloth (cassock?)
The weather on the island has been horrendous, a strong wind sweeping in across the Irish Sea and blasting our flesh to the marrow, to quote a famous song.
I have taken the opportunity that this communication breakdown has afforded me to improve myself. This involved books, tapes and roleplays with a rather sickly old Monk who taught such skills on the mainland before relinquishing his old life. As such I shall be able to approach my Careers career with added professionalism and utilise a certain amount of motivational jargon, a must in this modern world.
I will be shopping later today to obtain some light refreshments for a gathering of some of the greatest religious minds on the island. We'll be discussing such mysteries as the Trinity, Predestination and 'real or silicone', which of course relates to tits and our preferences thereof. We will also endeavour to get ourselves pissed and, as is traditional, have a proper wrestling tournament. Father Wheeler is a demon (though not literally) at grappling and will be defending his title for the third year. Father Gibbon may also attend, though his erratic ways leave that possibility in the realms of conjecture for now.
I shall report as soon as is practical.
Health Check: Touching cloth (cassock?)
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