T'aint buttered popcorn, Padre

Hearing nuns' confessions is like being stoned to death with popcorn.
- Archbishop Fulton J. Sheen

Well, the following cartoon is an example of a confession of a seemingly sweet ol' lady as drawn by my dear, sweet and twisted father. When I lived in Seattle, my dad would write me letters (even though I talked to him at least twice a week) and often times drew some little picture. This time it was an entire cartoon.

I can't say I've ever been to confession when anything like this happened, but there was that one time...

(Please take it in the spirit 'twas meant. Don't get yer knickers in a twist. And for all you non-Catlicks, IT'S A JOKE!!)





The end.




Requiest in pace, papa.