The Life and Times of a Chubby Homosexual.

<3 for Meatloaf.

Nothing ever grows in this rotten old hole, and everything is stunted and lost. And nothing really rocks, and nothing really rolls, and nothing’s ever really worth the cost. I know that I’m damned if I never get out, and maybe I’m damned if I do. But if I gotta be damned, you know I wanna be damned with you.

A kitty joke.

Cat walks in to bar.

“Can I have a, guinnes please?”
Barman says, “Why the little pause?”

“I know that you don’t believe in God, so how do you feel when you have to go take an R.E lessons at Xaverian?”

I don’t mind it. Whether I like it or not: I’m a baptised Catholic; I was raised as a practising Catholic; and am enrolled in a Catholic college. In those respects, if I wish to benefit from my circumstances as a ‘member of the Catholic family’, I must respect the values and traditions within that religion. It’s not as if learning about God is anything different to what I do anyway as I study Theology, and the masses etc at Xaverian are interesting because my quarrel lies not with sitting in church and listening to someone telling us to respect each other and behave ourselves, but in the philosophical aspect and generally the bigger picture; even though I don’t believe in a higher power, there’s always something nice about the occasional mass. Perhaps it’s a trip down memory lane?