Rantings and Ravings and the Occasional Sane Comment of a priest blogging from the Global Center. I have a camera and I'm not afraid to use it! Now with Lovely Mona!!
Thanks for ruining my childhood, Padre.
Hey, I'm just giving you something to share with your therapist (that's what I always told my kids).
Oh, man, that's the worst face lift since Liddy Dole met Botox.Regards,Tengrain
Oh, but this is just loathsome....ewwww....
Come on, everbuddy! I warned you in the title. I WARNED YOU IN THE TITLE!!!!!!
Zappa was right. The torture NEVER stops.My 2nd greatest fear is that you haven't reached the bottom of this particular barrel. My greatest fear is that you have no intention of stopping.
You are right, Rehctaw, this is continuing until Christmas Day, and it's just gonna get more painful everyday.Hope you're here to enjoy it!
so.... I can't figure it out... they were being serious, right!? Or, that was one of the most subversive little flicks I've seen in a long time!
'Can you believe this guy was in Generation X and sang Ready, Steady, Go?'Next thing you'll be telling me that foul-mouthed yob Perry Como sang Pretty Vacant.;>)Merry Christmas, Padre M.
Dear Capt. Bat Guano,While your comment was quite funny, we don't use language like that here at the Dance Party.You may try again practicing creative use of astricks and other punctuation.
Ahh - that brings back the happy days of my childhood when we'd gather around the old Philco TV on Sunday nights to watch Ed Sullivan. I still remember how Mom and Dad would point out to us which of the rockers were stoned out of their minds.
Back in my Baptist seminary days I had a classmate whose favorite Christmas song was Jingle Bell Rock. I had already developed an intense loathing for it. There is a one-foot-high dancing Santa outside the office door next to the elevators and it sings JBR. I must have heard it thirty times yesterday (feels like thirty thousand). You can bet I will NOT click this one.We are looking for a bishop to authorize exorcising this demon from you, Padre.
Back in 76 we came up with the word "poser" just for Billy. He was always so full of himself. But I like this. It's cool.
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