Rambling on Vegas, Again

There is no shame if you parade your pounds with pride.

Rambling on a Priestly Vocation

Do the dreams of your First Mass include an orchestra, three types of incense and six elephants?

Ted got on the bad side of Pope Francis when he didn’t smell like his sheep and even failed to identify a picture of a four footed mutton.

The second idea started with a pair of roller skates, some rope and an Acme Rocket Sled.

Modesty and decorum be darned, they’re playing the “She’s too Fat for Me Polka.”

“Leaving a trail of slime wherever he went…”

“…he can’t polka and no one has ever seen him drink.”

The ladies had overlooked the first tradition of Sherman County, beer equals bravery.

“God gave you fingers if there’s something in your nose.”

“How’s everyone feel about beanie weenies?”