An funny serious examen of conscience

Now this for some of our readers….

 

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13 Responses to An funny serious examen of conscience

  1. Andy K. says:

    lol

    Classic.

  2. Kradcliffe says:

    LOL thanks for the laugh!

  3. Mike says:

    I don’t get it.

  4. Flambeaux says:

    ROFLOL!

  5. Al says:

    Too funny…my shake’s crap!

  6. Tim Ferguson says:

    but Father, but Father! Don’t you think this type of post is alienating for people who might find themselves in the position of being trolls? Is it truly sensitive to the needs of our cosmetically-challenged underbridge-dwellers? Is this sort of humor really appropriate for a priest who should be spending 24 hours in contemplative prayer, fasting on the occasional slice of dry bread and dirty water? How about how cruelly the chickens are portrayed in this cartoon – has anyone thought of them?

  7. Al says:

    Hey Tim, great observation!

    Cosmetically-challenged underbridge-dwellers are part of God’s creation too!

    Pass the bread and dirty water please..

  8. trp says:

    Does no one here understand that these “chickens” are not real! Furthermore, chickens do not use the internet.

  9. Howard says:

    TRP — What? You’re saying the chicken deliberately lied about using the internet? Have you ever known chickens to lie in the past?

    And if the chickens aren’t real, how can they drink wine?

    :-)

  10. William Hunter says:

    Duh…

  11. Kristen says:

    Oh my- that’s HILARIOUS!

  12. Charivari Rob says:

    “Hey, other chicken, why’d you leave so soon? Father Z. asked me to stay for dinner, said we’re having a nice risotto and asparagus tonight.”

    “Hmmm. This red wine is crap, though. I hope Z. has a nice white wine. That goes much better when you’re cooking risotto.”

    “What’s that, Father? You’d like me to give you a hand fixing dinner? Sure! Say, this isn’t the way to the kitchen. This is the way to the woodshed. There’s nothing out here but the chopping block and… the… hatchet?”