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The Bishop Speaks
of Lent as Basic Training
“Rise and shine and greet the new day, **** ****s!”
“Roll your socks to look like little p*****s!”
“Byda leff, byda leff, byda leff right leff…!”
“Shoulder-fired, gas-operated, semi-automatic…!”
“My gramma was slow but she was old!”
“SIR! I am a cockroach, SIR! Cockroach, SIR!”
“Don’t let your piece fall to the ***-**** deck!”
“Get up! You ain’t got permission to faint today!”
“You call this clean!? My ****’s cleaner than that!”
“You don’t **** until I tell you to ****!”
“Step over that *** ***** son-of-a-*****;
I didn’t give no one permission to die!”
And the ancient liturgical El chant:
“This is my rifle;
this is my gun!
This is for
fighting; this is for fun!”
His Grace speaks of Lent as recruit training -
Maybe, with a nice white wine and the dover sole
If not the soul,
He thought that up in his first-class from Rome
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