GodTell us your stories of churches and religion (or lack thereof). Let the smiting begin!
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 19 Mar 2009, 15:00)
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I was an altar boy for a whileThe cassocks were hell. Fart inside one of those and the warm gas would slowly float upwards and out via the only possible route — i.e., around your neck :-(
On one occasion I was given the task of ringing a bell at some point during the service, but completely missed the cue because I was holding my breath and turning purple. They never asked me back again.
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revolution now 👊, Wed 25 Mar 2009, 15:27,
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