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PJR
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I have a wicked laser beam stare that I send my boys while they are on the altar as servers. I just know they can feel it burning through them when I notice them slumping.
Of course I think the moms probably notice the bad things more than anyone else does.
The absolute worst they have ever behaved was turning absolutely purple while trying to stifle laughter. The priest was somewhat reared back listening to the deacon in the homily and he evidently cut the cheese. He does have a flatulence problem, (I have also been a victim in the confessional.) But I wanted to go up and lay them out.
Maybe we should correct Padre to lay off the beans and cabbage.
Of course I think the moms probably notice the bad things more than anyone else does.
The absolute worst they have ever behaved was turning absolutely purple while trying to stifle laughter. The priest was somewhat reared back listening to the deacon in the homily and he evidently cut the cheese. He does have a flatulence problem, (I have also been a victim in the confessional.) But I wanted to go up and lay them out.
Maybe we should correct Padre to lay off the beans and cabbage.