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| quote: | Originally posted by Cuzo
I think some have heard this story before but here it goes:
When I was an alterboy at the local parish when I was cleaning up after mass I decided to steal some Jesus. Thats right, some good eating Eucharist. I went into the holy tamberacle and pocketed some body of Christ.
Later that night it was Halloween, I decided that it would be fun to give out some Jesus to all halloween kids.
The whole community found out it was me, I had to Sunday School for three months (my sister was the teacher) and I couldn't do my confirmation that year.
So I still to this day am afraid to face St. Peter at the gates because I know that will be red flagged on my file. I always figure that he won't sent me to hell because I'm not that bad, so I might be stuck in purgertory for a thousand years. |
Awe, Cuzo...
Seems like you were just trying to share...! What's wrong with that!??!
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