Rambling on the Buried Barn

“Saturday morning I was shooting up heroin while making a big kettle of meth.”

Rambling on Reaching Out

“Who died and left you in charge?”

Eventually calmer heads and hernias prevailed…

Some bishops are very narrow minded about their priests entering strip clubs…

“They’re not like those fanatic Catholics who go to Mass every week.”

Sheriff deputies looked on helplessly as they were pelted with pierogis and kolaches.

“…this decedent was a complete bastard who hated everyone.”