happycamper Posted January 15, 2018 Share Posted January 15, 2018 On 12/20/2017 at 6:08 PM, SharkTanked said: But where does MMF fall in to this chart? Remember that every argument you have with someone on MWCboard is actually the continuation of a different argument they had with someone else also on MWCboard. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
NVGiant Posted January 16, 2018 Share Posted January 16, 2018 6 hours ago, renoskier said: @NVGiant this one's for you Can't Trust those Catholic Boys "Bless me Father, for I have sinned. I have been with a loose girl." The priest asks, "Is that you, little Dominic Savino?" "Yes, Father, it is." 'And who was the girl you were with?' 'I can't tell you, Father. I don't want to ruin her reputation.' "Well, Dominic, I'm sure to find out her name sooner or later so you may as well tell me now." "Was it Tina Minetti?" 'I cannot say.' 'Was it Teresa Mazzarelli?' 'I'll never tell.' 'Was it Nina Capelli?' 'I'm sorry, but I cannot name her.' 'Was it Cathy Piriano?' 'My lips are sealed.' 'Was it Rosa DiAngelo, then?' 'Please, Father, I cannot tell you.' The priest sighs in frustration. 'You're very tight lipped, and I admire that. But you've sinned and have to atone.' 'You cannot be an altar boy for 4 months. Now you go and behave yourself.' Joey walks back to his pew, and his friend Franco slides over and whispers, 'What'd you get?' 'Four months-vacation and five good leads.' As a former altar boy, I approve. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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halfmanhalfbronco Posted January 16, 2018 Author Share Posted January 16, 2018 40 minutes ago, NVGiant said: As a former altar boy, I approve. As a former altar boy and Sunday school teacher I found this way too funny. I remember being in the 8th grade at St Mary's and being busted drinking beers in the back ally behind the school by the priest. There were 4 of us drinking a 6 pack and feeling way cool. The priest made fun of us pointing out how pointless it was to do something just because it broke the rules with zero benefit, drove us down to the YMCA and played basketball with us after promising not to rat us out. He was an immigrant from Tanzania, Father Roga. If he did not get relocated my adolescent years might have been much different. OT but I just felt the need for story time. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...