Pooter writes:
My first confessional bocx
Catholic Church Confessional Box (Adverts.ie)
Everything. As It Happens.
Pooter writes:
My first confessional bocx
Catholic Church Confessional Box (Adverts.ie)
Usedta love eavesdropping on the oul wans’ sins when I was a kid, theirs were as makey uppy as ours.
“I ehhhh was mean to my sister…I ehh called her a bad name.”
I remember putting up my hand in second class and telling a visiting priest id nothing to say in confession.
Oh, how wrong was I? The whole guilt/sin thing was a lot to take at 7 years old.
Eat my Mammy’s cooking chocolate
Was one I overheard in Turners Cross
Hah…. the memories…
There is only one Sheik Yahbouti
Finally! by C.C. Penitention
I’d love that.
I’ve nowhere to put it or anything, I can’t afford it but I’d LOVE it.
I’ve seen one in a gaf in kilmainham. Think it’s a coat hanger or something.
Many, many years ago, I once brought a girl home to meet my folks.
She was tall, thin and had a slightly prominent nose.
When we broke up my Dad said
“thank God, I never knew whether to shake her hand or hang my coat on her”
Ha ha!!! Good one
Ha good oul lad straight talk.
At least she didn’t have the same, will I hang my coat on it conundrum with your dad. Could’ve been awkward.
It wasn’t a duffle coat by any chance?
A wet one.
You know her then?
I’m sure there is a sex club somewhere that will grab this.