A weirdly Caucasian Jesus the One true Son of God/Allah and the Prophet Mohamed, blessings be, in his name. Enjoying a romantic kiss.
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A weirdly Caucasian Jesus the One true Son of God/Allah and the Prophet Mohamed, blessings be, in his name.
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Enjoying a romantic kiss while Buddha watches while masturbating in the corner!
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(Because apparently, this is more offensive than a world where fat housewives and starving children co-exist.)
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GOD TOLD ME TO DO THIS!
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HE WANTS YOU ALL TO KNOW THAT ALL YOUR PRIORITIES ARE ALL WRONG!
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To be honest...
Saying "GOD told me to make this!"
WAS 'a bit' of an exaggeration.
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To be far more accurate
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The bastards kept nudging me in the figurative ribs and constantly suggesting it all the bloody time...
Until I screamed back
"OK I'LL DO IT!"
"NOW SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
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CATHOLIC FRIENDS AND FAMILY!
DO NOT READ!
IT IS A BLASPHEMOUS JOKE THAT WILL ONLY OFFEND YOU!
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
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This joke is a response to a Priest Gay Orgy Scandal!
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NICE-ME CREED (Professed at Someday Mass orgies)
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We believe in one Party, The chill, The after-party,
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Makers of booze and lube, of all that is said and unsaid.
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We believe in one rule for us while another for everyone else, the only real rule is “do not get caught”;
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Cash from faithful,
Money from slum investments,
Profits ill-begotten and made,
One in being with the church crime syndicate.
Through us, all priests are “made”.
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For us men and for our salvation our cover story came down from heaven.
“DON’T GIGGLE AT THIS BIT!”
By the power of the Holy Spirit, (and Not any human sperm! Honest Gov!) Our Cover Story was born of the <Cough> Virgin Mary and became a well-toned, weirdly Caucasian, mostly naked, fit, man.
“I SAID NO GIGGLING These investment targets believe this shit!”
For our sake, Our Cover Story was crucified under Pontius Pilate.
Our Cover Story suffered, died, and was buried.
On the third day, Our Cover Story rose again, in fulfilment of the Scriptures.
Our Cover Story ascended into heaven and is seated at the right hand of the Father.
Our Cover Story will come again in glory to judge the living and the dead,
“For Fucks Sake!”
“Let us bloody well hope not!”
“Aye Lads!”
And Our Cover Stories kingdom will have no end.
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We believe in the drunken Spirit,
The Lord of the dance,
The Giver of Narcotics, who proceeds from our contacts and our connections.
With our contacts and our connections, we are worshipped and glorified.
We have spoken lots of profits.
We believe in one, protecting, catholic, and alcoholic Church.
We acknowledge one social construct for the burying of crimes.
We look for the resurrection of our reputation and the gullibility of the world to come.
A Man –
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A Man and another man, over here, please!
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Hang on?
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Were these just small sex groups?
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Normal-sized orgies?
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Big Orgies?
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Or
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"MASS" Orgies?
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"For what you are about to receive..."
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"Mmmmmffhh"
<Squeltch>
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"May the Lord make you truly thankful."
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I wonder how many varieties and uses for Dog Collars he had??
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This joke is a response to a Priest Gay Orgy Scandal!
.
NICE-ME CREED (Professed at Someday Mass orgies)
.
We believe in one Party, The chill, The after-party,
.
Makers of booze and lube, of all that is said and unsaid.
.
We believe in one rule for us while another for everyone else, the only real rule is “do not get caught”;
.
Cash from faithful,
Money from slum investments,
Profits ill-begotten and made,
One in being with the church crime syndicate.
Through us, all priests are “made”.
.
For us men and for our salvation our cover story came down from heaven.
“DON’T GIGGLE AT THIS BIT!”
By the power of the Holy Spirit, (and Not any human sperm! Honest Gov!) Our Cover Story was born of the <Cough> Virgin Mary and became a well-toned, weirdly Caucasian, mostly naked, fit, man.
“I SAID NO GIGGLING These investment targets believe this shit!”
For our sake, Our Cover Story was crucified under Pontius Pilate.
Our Cover Story suffered, died, and was buried.
On the third day, Our Cover Story rose again, in fulfilment of the Scriptures.
Our Cover Story ascended into heaven and is seated at the right hand of the Father.
Our Cover Story will come again in glory to judge the living and the dead,
“For Fucks Sake!”
“Let us bloody well hope not!”
“Aye Lads!”
And Our Cover Stories kingdom will have no end.
.
We believe in the drunken Spirit,
The Lord of the dance,
The Giver of Narcotics, who proceeds from our contacts and our connections.
With our contacts and our connections, we are worshipped and glorified.
We have spoken lots of profits.
We believe in one, protecting, catholic, and alcoholic Church.
We acknowledge one social construct for the burying of crimes.
We look for the resurrection of our reputation and the gullibility of the world to come.
A Man –
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A Man and another man, over here, please!
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Note:
This joke is NOT trying to be homophobic (Hopefully obviously)
- But it is criticising the hypocrisy of condemning and naming as filthy,
A long faithful committed gay couple who has real love and respect for each other…
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While THEY
…Have promiscuous gay orgies and keep giggling behind the worlds back!
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Hang on?
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Were these just small sex groups?
.
.
Normal-sized orgies?
.
.
.
Big Orgies?
.
.
.
.
Or
.
.
.
.
.
"MASS" Orgies?
.
"For what you are about to receive..."
.
"Mmmmmffhh"
<Squeltch>
.
.
"May the Lord make you truly thankful."
.
I wonder how many varieties and uses for Dog Collars he had??
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