Thursday, January 13, 2005

Trial by marshmallow

They ran out of marshmallow bell-ends! Got me some coconut fannies though. The chocolate-flavoured testicles were a bit warm and looked as if they had been 'handled' somewhat, so I left them. Father Bradley compensated this problem by kindly purchasing cola bottles.

Got some posh bread as well and some KP nuts for tomorrow; we're doing a DVD night at the monastery! Tops or what? I think we're watching The Devil's Advocate and Hell Boy. Father Gibbon has smuggled in some Cuban cigars.

Nearly battered this nerdy-looking bloke at the counter as well because he moved the 'Next Customer' sign away from the placement I gave it. I held back though because my cassock was bulging with treats from the drinks aisle.

HEALTH CHECK: All is well

3 Comments:

Blogger reverend said...

Exactly. Anything but that shit we make at the monastery.

Thank you child! I did indeed have half several from your list spirited away inside my pants (I normally go commando, but shopping is a different bag).

A blessing on you.

10:54 pm  
Blogger reverend said...

The Pope only goes commando because he is incontinent young lady.

11:04 pm  
Blogger reverend said...

Yes Mother Superior.

My apologies.

3:49 pm  

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