MADPRIEST'S THOUGHT FOR THE DAY
The most commonly employed literary references used by both the commenters and myself at OCICBW... do not allude to the Bible or to the Shakespearean opus, but to the complete works of Monty Python. I think that says a lot about the demographic of this neighbourhood.
Are you suggesting the revelation of St. John the Devine is not the source for all logic regarding the carrying capacity of English Swallows? I see why some on SF think you a heretic!
ReplyDeleteFWIW
jimB
Run away!
ReplyDeletemy brain hurts
ReplyDeleteThe lady doth protest too much methinks.
ReplyDelete"I fart in your general direction" is a phrase I would much like to use at Diocesan events.
ReplyDeleteThere is a fair amount about not expecting the Spanish Inquisition.
ReplyDeleteWot would Woddewick do?
ReplyDeleteBlessed are the cheesemakers, I say!
ReplyDeleteMy Dear Johnathan. You appear from the scurrilous CEN that you're being fired. What on earth did you do?
ReplyDeleteblessings
rev.leonard.payne@gmail.com
I knew that Last Supper was missing something. Where were the kangaroos?
ReplyDeleteWhat a neighbourhood it is... an Anarcho-Syndicated Commune if I'm not mistaken
ReplyDeleteApparently I am King - the verification word is "ismsored"
I know. I know. Yes, I know.
ReplyDeleteThat does fits. w.v. aleba - what ever an aleba is, I believe it has to do with acolytes.
ReplyDeleteI'm going to report you to the People's Front of Judea! (Or was it the Judean People's Front?)
ReplyDeleteEh. I more often cite Xena...
"cite?"
ReplyDeleteOh, is that what they're calling it nowadays.
Oooh, there's some lovely filth over 'ere!
ReplyDeleteNudge, nudge! Wink, wink! Know what I mean?
ReplyDeleteI know exactly what you mean, Susie Sue.
ReplyDeleteBring out the Holy Hand Granade of Antioch!
ReplyDeleteO Lord, bless this thy hand granade that, with it, thou mayest blow thine enemies to tiny bits, in thy mercy...
Four thou shalt not count, neither shalt thou count to two except that thou proceed to three...
Five is right out.
Ah, there he goes, the Mad Priest. Must have let himself down a bit on the hobbies. Golf's not very popular around here.
ReplyDeletesplunge.
ReplyDelete"Hello mum! Hello dad! There's a dead bishop on the landing!"
ReplyDelete"Call the police!"
"Can you call the Church?"
"How 'bout the Church Police?"
"Alright, THE CHURCH POLICE!!"
"What's all this then? Amen"
"There's another dead bishop on the landing vicar sargent!"
"Uh, that's detective parson, madame."
"Right! Suffragan or Diocesan?"
"How should I know!"
"It's tatooed on the back of their necks."
"He looked a bit Bath and Wellsish to me."
"I'll go take a look."
"I don't know who keeps bringin' em in here. I've got three down by the bin and the dustman won't touch 'em!"
"Leicester! tatooed on the back of his neck"
"Alright, we should all kneel in prayer!"
"O Lord, we beseech thee, tell us who croaked Leicester."
A favorite of mine, especially lately.
If only you lot could only understood how dangerous Spiny Norman really is you wouldn't take things so frivolously.
ReplyDelete“Oh Lord please don't burn us don't kill or toast your flock Don't put us on the barbecue or simmer us in stock, Don't bake or baste or boil us or stir-fry us in a wok”
ReplyDeleteThe prayers! They speak the truth of the masses in plain English.
lark's vomit
ReplyDeleteSpam, spam, spam, spam...
ReplyDelete...sausage, spam, spam, spam, eggs, spam, spam, spam, spam and spam.
ReplyDelete"tring"
"I'm a lumberjack and I'm OK
ReplyDeleteI sleep all night and I work all day."
Norwegian Blue?
ReplyDeleteDon't see many of them around here; I think they've all expired.
Don't worry, johnieb. They are only sleeping.
ReplyDeleteIt is the demographic of those who want to buy an argument.
ReplyDeleteAs if you hadn't noticed.
wv = zatish
(somewhat zat)