LesterG wrote:you know to tell you the truth I've still not tasted the stale bread myself
I went to Catholic school for my Freshman year (my mom tried to straighten me out ) and I did that whole shebang even though I wasn't supposed to. Good times.
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LesterG wrote:you know to tell you the truth I've still not tasted the stale bread myself
I went to Catholic school for my Freshman year (my mom tried to straighten me out ) and I did that whole shebang even though I wasn't supposed to. Good times.
the things parents try to change...
I still think you would be one sexy ass nun tho
I'm good with a ruler!
The year I went there was the year they didn't have any money so no nuns. If a teacher was out they couldn't afford a substitute so we just wouldn't have class and would walk around campus for an hour and a half.
Kasdeja wrote:YOu got bread? we got these little bland, dry wafer things with cross imprints on them.
They were like, thin crackers. Say, if you split a saltine down the middle so it was super paper-like. And they were round. I don't know if they had a cross. To tell you the truth I was scared shitless that the Dean was gonna call me out as a non-Catholic.
I think it's clear that Kas is my only true friend here..with her candy bunny eating and condemnation of sausage fests. Also..if someone does not buy me or make me that peanut baby Jesus thing and send it to me immediately, I'll cry.
I have to share with you a section of my friend's blog because I almost died laughing when I read it. He is so fu*ked:
"Last night I stayed unusually late at work due to the downpour that seized the city. Feeling trapped in the office, and waiting for a calm in the storm to escape to bed, I decided to make a "I miss you card" for a dead pigeon. Sure, I found some humor in it to pass the time. For the last two weeks I have passed a dead pigeon on my way to and from work. Neatly tucked away on a step, away from foot traffic, and preserved due to the cold... it sat undisturbed. Until yesterday when I found a little shrine being built around it. Nothing big.... just a half eaten donut placed by its side and a cigarette hanging out of its beak. It only seemed fitting for me to contribute my own sick demented work.
So I departed with a hand drawn card, and several birthday candles to drop of to my departed friend.
I was hoping to get some sleep this morning and stay at the apartment until the rain pissed itself dry, when I heard the buzzer. Mario, the Beetlejuice lookin mofo who tends the bar downstairs, called me down. The bar was flooded due to the clogged drain pipes outside my fire escape. Of course his lazy fat ass couldn't do it... so out on the slippery dirty ass cage with broom in hand I went. The drain pipe broke apart sending waterfalls of debris into the gutter.My first attempts to dislodge the shit with the broom handle were unsuccessful. This was a job for me to climb onto the roof and free the shit out myself. Now approaching the cloudy pool with huge yellow gloves, I reached down and started to pick.
First a brick... nope... still clogged. Then a plastic bag... nope. Then I got a hold of what seemed to be the problem. Bubbles started to erupt indicating that the substance in my grasp was the culprit. Oh.... just a bunch of sticks! No problem there. WRONG! It was a nest..... and it was still somebodies home. Sure enough, caught in the matrix of twigs and string was a bloated baby pigeon. Completely repulsed and holding back the vomit from coming up in my throat, I quickly threw it in a bag. The water went down enough, that I saw two more of those fuckin sick bastards stuck together..... as if they were hugging each other in their last moments of life. That family went down Posieden style."
) and I did that whole shebang even though I wasn't supposed to. Good times.
