Catholic me hole
Anyone here a catholic. i used to be, then I reached the age of reason and realised that the guy the other side of the confessional was the perv, not me. Imagine a grown man wanting to know the secret thoughts of a child.
I hear tom rambo is a catholic
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90% of us are Roman Catholics in Ireland and once baptised will always be.
Well do we believe anymore?? Maybe that should be the question
" WE ARE CONNACHT "
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All the fiddly widdlies in the choir brings back fond memories. The Church was always so sexed. Felt all those fathers needed a bit of fun n action to help them unwind. You had to be pretty wise n cunning to get through a Church school with your cherry intact.
Ah, I remember Dave Allen.
He used to tell a joke. (Many jokes actually). But this one I particularly like.
A man accuses his friend of not being a good Catholic.
The man responds by saying he is a good Catholic because he always goes to Chapel on Sunday.
Not only does he go to Chapel on Sunday but he goes to Chapel on most weekdays.
He also is a member of Opus Dei.
And the Legion of Mary.
He has broken the windows of many a protestant and non-practising Catholic.
He was also a member of the IRA and took part in many sectarian murders
The man is not impressed. He asks him, are you a good Catholic, do you believe in God?
He replies, believe in God? I may be a good Catholic, but I am not a bloody fanatic.
Many a true word is spoken in jest. There are many good Catholics but few fanatics, who actually believe in a God.
Originally Posted by SteveB
Sad but true.
I wouldn't miss Mass on a Sunday and always go up to the balcony, there I can have a great view of proceedings below me, for example a great view of other men's Wives Tits in their sexy low cut tops. .
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A Vicar had just moved to his new parish and drove out to post a letter. He was not sure where to find a Post Office.
He drove around and couldn’t find a Post Office. While he was driving he had noticed a young girl propped up against a wall being given a “good seeing to” by her boyfriend.
So, when he passed by the couple again he asked the young girl where the post office was. She replied between orgasmic moans, that it was straight on down to the end of the road, past the brothel, turn left, past the massage parlour, turn right, past another brothel and it was just on the right.
So, on he went but got hopelessly lost and found he had gone in a circle and found himself back with the young couple. He again asked for directions, but went in a circle again. So he asked the girl for further directions but got lost, travelled in a circle, and again arrived back with the young couple. He was beginning to think this girl’s directions were as bad as some of the escorts he had visited. Then he thought, what am I thinking? What am I thinking?
He says to the girl, my child my child; let me take you away from all this sin, follow me, and I will lead to the Kingdom of Heaven.
The girl replies, lead me to the Kingdom of Heaven me arse, you can’t even lead yourself to the post office.
Again true words spoken in jest, religious people claiming great things, but cannot do even the most mundane things.