Rambling on TP and the ‘rona

“Whomever the people were that inhabited this planet, they must have worshipped fiber.”

Rambling on the Buried Barn

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

“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.”

When someone is about to croak, that is die, habits and issues of loved ones are hard to break.

For both, primary sources and scholarly journals are nostalgic memories of seminary days.