I have always been accused as having a lack of proper respect for the important things in life. I think that got started the first time I put my gum in the collection plate. Nobody seemed very amused. I figured Jesus could use some gum. Must suck being stuck on that cross all the time. Y’know, the way I figured it, if his death was stopping us from being in hell, he must be there too. And you know, that only pissed off the priest all the more.
That was fine too though. I quite liked the idea that I wasn’t well liked. Never really felt like polishing the holy pole myself.
But here, here, I think they’d all have to shut their fucking mouths.