Another good question. If God knows every bad thing you do, why the need to confess to a priest?
Maybe the priest needs to hear a little something wicked now and then to get him in the mood?
My girlfriend is Catholic, so when I took her to the University of Illinois for a visit, she asked me to take her into the very large Catholic church on campus. It was the first time I ever stepped foot in the building. At the time, a priest was there taking confessions from college students. I thought that must be frustrating as hell living a celibate life, and hearing one attractive college student after another talking about their sexual exploits.
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Posted by KilltheskyfairyStill more bear…
Posted by KilltheskyfairyStill more bear…
Posted by KilltheskyfairyStill more bear…
Posted by KilltheskyfairyStill more bear…
Posted by KilltheskyfairyStill more bear…
Posted by KilltheskyfairyStill more bear…
Posted by KilltheskyfairyStill more bear…
Posted by KilltheskyfairyStill more bear…
Posted by KilltheskyfairyI don’t understand why it hasn’t happened…
Posted by KilltheskyfairyI don’t understand why it hasn’t happened…
Posted by KilltheskyfairyI don’t understand why it hasn’t happened…
Posted by KilltheskyfairyI don’t understand why it hasn’t happened…
Posted by KilltheskyfairyI don’t understand why it hasn’t happened…
Posted by KilltheskyfairyA few things that people (fellas) seem to not understand about the bear vs man thing: The scenario is, a woman is walking through the woods hiking alone.
Posted by KilltheskyfairyA few things that people (fellas) seem to not understand about the bear vs man thing: The scenario is, a woman is walking through the woods hiking alone.