Move along please
Mmm, maybe that last post wasn't the most good spirited. Maybe it's not what's needed as I go into my joyful Friday evening. Maybe I'm just sick and tired of the world at large, the world on the outside of my blissful little bubble. How arrogant of me to presume that I'm right (even though I am - ha hah!). Maybe I'm just an intolerant old gimmer. And maybe you should just scroll down to last night's scrawl instead, and whilst you're there you could sort out my wedding DJ and speech dilemmas. Thank you for your time.
Yaay! Popey stuff! Y'know when they were sprinkling the holy water on the coffin? I had this sudden imaginary "Damascene" (or whatever the frell it's called) moment, where instead, the high priesties are lifting their cassocks and having a good piss on it instead.
I'd have laughed myself sick if i'd seen that on telly!
I had to look this up on Google, and unless you meant they were decorating the metal of the coffin (of which there was little) with wavy patterns of inlay or etching using their "unholy water", then I think that you're mistaken, Saturynyne.