Sunday School
Many moons ago I was sent, most Mondays, to the local Methodist church. Id toddle up there in my shorts and smart shirt and sing and pray and colour in pictures...you get the idea. Most Sundays my folks would attend, but every now and again Id be sent on my own. Each week I had 10p for collection which Id put on the plate like a good boy. Then one Sunday, The Devil must have been near me. I was week. I kept my 10p and wentto the nearby shop and bought some sweets (Gentian Violets I seem to recall and refereshers). On the way out I was intercepted by Auntie L (family Friend) who asked why I had 10p; I lied "My mum gave it me" I lied (my soul is now roating nicely). "Hmmm" thinks she and phones my mum.

I got a tatering when I got in and had the sweets confiscated. Bah.
(kitescreech still here, Tue 8 Jun 2010, 16:30, 3 replies)

I was kinda hoping...
that the caught part of the story would be you bunking off Sunday school, and going home to find your parents doing un-christian things in the living room...
(The Kwyjibo A big, dumb, balding North American ape., Tue 8 Jun 2010, 16:58, closed)

You did right.
Clicky for depriving a bunch of self-righteous arseholes of 10P. Now, if everyone would just stop paying these pricks...
(Me, I'm not... in any way intoxicated, Tue 8 Jun 2010, 18:09, closed)

do you mean parma violets?
only, gentian violet is a treatment for thrush...
( janet aylia y'all motherfuckers need jesus, Wed 9 Jun 2010, 12:37, closed)