| Sascha (E-Mail nur eingeloggt Sichtbar) am 15.04.2015 20:00 Uhr |
Bless me, Father,
for I have sinned.
I know I haven't been
in here in a while,
so I got some serious
confessing to do.
Is it masturbating again?
No, no. It's not that.
Okay, here we go.
I screened a phone call from Ma,
I coveted my butcher's
Mean Streets poster,
I knocked up
my live-in girlfriend,
I used the Lord's name in vain.
Wait, wait. What...
what was that one before?
Okay, I engaged in sex
with a pre-marital persuasion,
but it wasn't my fault.
I was... I was under a spell
of this exotic sorceress.
I mean, she wears
all these bright colors,
and she uses all this
R-rated language,
and the next thing you know,
Father, we are going at it in bed.
This accidentally happened
a couple hundred times,
and then the Lord finally
punished us with the
precious gift of life.
Super Neuer-Pfaffe-is-in-town-Geschichte. Jeremys Theaterstück
war Lame. Gerne mehr von Stephen Colbert als Pfaffen.
Nachtrag: Huch, ich bin so eine vergessliches Stück...
***Diese Nachricht wurde von Sascha am 15.04.2015 20:01 bearbeitet.***