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Tell us your stories of churches and religion (or lack thereof). Let the smiting begin!
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( , Thu 19 Mar 2009, 15:00)
Tell us your stories of churches and religion (or lack thereof). Let the smiting begin!
Question suggested by Supersonic Electronic
( , Thu 19 Mar 2009, 15:00)
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Father O'Rouke
was a gentle giant of a man. When I was a child he took me under his wing. I remember he put one of his big tree trunk-sized arms round me, squeezing my shoulder with his big, soft hands.
He knelt down to my level and said: "Son, you're not going to amount to much in life. You've been slapped about a fair bit with the stupid stick... but I can teach you something that will stay with you 'til the day you die. If we go into the church now we can share the glory of that special, holy place, and I can show you how all that you really need to succeed in life comes from in here -" and he pointed at my chest, "from your heart."
So, Father O'Rouke took me by the hand and led me into the church. I knelt down before the statue of Chirst and felt a surge rush through me like an electric charge. It was an incredible few moments in the church that day.
And Father O'Rouke was right.
I have taken that special skill, that special talent Father O'Rouke showed me right through to the present. And its always good to know that when things start to go wrong, when the pressures on and my life seems shallow and empty, that I can always drop to my knees and suck cock like a fucking crack-addict whore on Sunset Boulevard.
Got me a fair few promotions, that has.
You've just got to put your heart and soul into it.
( , Mon 23 Mar 2009, 11:42, 3 replies)
was a gentle giant of a man. When I was a child he took me under his wing. I remember he put one of his big tree trunk-sized arms round me, squeezing my shoulder with his big, soft hands.
He knelt down to my level and said: "Son, you're not going to amount to much in life. You've been slapped about a fair bit with the stupid stick... but I can teach you something that will stay with you 'til the day you die. If we go into the church now we can share the glory of that special, holy place, and I can show you how all that you really need to succeed in life comes from in here -" and he pointed at my chest, "from your heart."
So, Father O'Rouke took me by the hand and led me into the church. I knelt down before the statue of Chirst and felt a surge rush through me like an electric charge. It was an incredible few moments in the church that day.
And Father O'Rouke was right.
I have taken that special skill, that special talent Father O'Rouke showed me right through to the present. And its always good to know that when things start to go wrong, when the pressures on and my life seems shallow and empty, that I can always drop to my knees and suck cock like a fucking crack-addict whore on Sunset Boulevard.
Got me a fair few promotions, that has.
You've just got to put your heart and soul into it.
( , Mon 23 Mar 2009, 11:42, 3 replies)
You're going to be struck down for that one
*shakes head*
*clicks - as usual*
( , Mon 23 Mar 2009, 11:48, closed)
*shakes head*
*clicks - as usual*
( , Mon 23 Mar 2009, 11:48, closed)
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