Confiteor Deo omnipotenti vobis fratres, quia peccavi nimis cogitatione, verbo, opere, et omissione, mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa.
I once stole chocolate from my brother's coat pocket.
I am a slothful glutton.
I was once consumed with avarice.
As a teenager, I would masterbate, at length, many times a day.
I have known vanity. And pride. I thought I needed no-one and that I couldn't fail. I was so wrong.
I've been known to tell people I like them, whereas, if the truth be known, I've hated their guts and sometimes wished them dead.
I am envious of people with hair. Lots of hair.
I've been known to have lustful thoughts.
I am greedy.
I say Christ a lot. In a bad way.
I've been shopping on a Sunday.
By my consumption of animal products, I am guilty of murder.
I have disobeyed both my Parents.
I have been shoplifting.
I've spread gossip.
I was jealous of a very popular boy in school and coveted his very smart, very fashionable, trousers and blazer.
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And yet you cannot confess your love for me.
How sad.
I love you, of course I do.
Dont worry, I've got an office waiting for me in Hell - you can be my receptionist ;)
Brian, has anyone ever confessed to NOT loving you? No? Thought not.
Dan, I like lots of coffee breaks. Is this ok?
It's hell. You'll be allowed lots of guilty pleasures. Coffee breaks a go-go!
And will smoking be back on the agenda?
Cheers for that minge. I now feel like we're almost related.
Perhaps we are!?
What a pleasant ambiance! Pity though I'm not a catholic anymore.
It seems I'll be going somewhere else, but not to hell. I wish I could meet you all still in good time...
:-)
I don't think hell exists, if it helps. If it does, we make it here, for ourselves.
Right, fine with me. You've got a deal!
Wish you all the best!
:-)
Everything's fabulous.
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