Catholic Church sayings that repeat in your head + twist

[knee tunes]

remember man that dust you are unto dust you
shall return

you got this

[dpupenya]

remember man that dust you are unto dust you
shall return

you got this

Eat my dust

[Chris_H_2]

"let me help you out of that jacket"

[doug rr]

what's the starting pay for a teenage acolyte and do I get free communion wafers?

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Chris_H_2]

i went to a catholic grade school, and the deacon's kid was in my class. he would steal wafers from the sacristy and then sell them by the bag.

[doug rr]

what's the starting pay for a teenage acolyte and do I get free communion wafers?

I did it for free from ages 10-14. I was not rolling in wafers.

I was a lutheran kid that had to be one..the best part was getting to leave the sermon 5 minutes early to put out the candles...we used to eat the wafers before we started

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[wease]

what's the starting pay for a teenage acolyte and do I get free communion wafers?

I did it for free from ages 10-14. I was not rolling in wafers.

I was a lutheran kid that had to be one..the best part was getting to leave the sermon 5 minutes early to put out the candles...we used to eat the wafers before we started

I would sit there by the alter and concoct these outlandish fantasies where terrorists tried to take over the church but I'd sneak out through the sacristy then double back through the side door and kick everyone's ass

Fuck yeah. Cathocommandotrag.

[doug rr]

what's the starting pay for a teenage acolyte and do I get free communion wafers?

I did it for free from ages 10-14. I was not rolling in wafers.

I was a lutheran kid that had to be one..the best part was getting to leave the sermon 5 minutes early to put out the candles...we used to eat the wafers before we started

I would sit there by the alter and concoct these outlandish fantasies where terrorists tried to take over the church but I'd sneak out through the sacristy then double back through the side door and kick everyone's ass

our pastor was an alcoholic and got drunk at my brothers wedding...sat by the keg all afternoon with probably 2 packs of smokes..his daughter got around

[spike]

I thought communion wafers were trash?

[Higgs]

I did my first holy communion when I was 12 or 13 and remember the priest asking me if I'd ever had sex. I was 13 man. Shit scarred me.

Spoiler: show

[knee tunes]

I thought communion wafers were trash?

They were.

The large pastel christmas Eve rectangles with raised images was where it was at