2/21/2007

Have Fun With All Your Lenten Sacrifices...

SUCKERS!

But hey, I'm sure the fact that you're not gonna eat chocolate for the next 40 days will pave the way for your entrance into heaven. Go ahead and laugh at me all you want as I peer through the pearly gates from the outside. It will have been my own damn fault.

10 comments:

Flannery Alden said...

>:p

I'll put in a good word for you, even if you don't deserve it.

RandyLuvsPaiste said...

C'mon Chris. All your fun friends are gonna be in Hell.
Plus- we'll be able to taunt all the assholes who end up there too, like Ann Coulter, Bill O'Reilly and the person who invented spam.

genn6 said...

I gave up sobriety for Lent and it has been a fucking PARTY!

Frank Sirmarco said...

Chris:

Embrace eternal damnation!

The Boob Lady said...

I'm going straight to Hell. I've actually got V.I.P seats.

Dale said...

I was going to give up your blog for Lent but I wanted to keep it realistic so I'm giving up my own.

Dale said...

I was going to give up your blog for Lent but I wanted to keep it realistic so I'm giving up my own.

Anon. Blogger said...

On my recent visit with the afterlife I asked if people that 'didn't believe' could be there. I loved the answer I got. "Oh yeah. They just find out they were wrong!"

So not to worry. You're fine. In fact, you (we) can be the ones laughing because we didn't 'sacrifice' (well, except for those chickens that one time...)

Big Orange said...

I'm widcha, maaaan. I've gone off the idea of punishing yourself as a way of celebrating Springtide and a return of life to the world. I've done the whole corporal mortification thing, and you know what? All it did was make me uncomfy, crabby and (when wearing a homemade cilice) bloody. i don't think it did SHIT for my karma.

Flannery Alden said...

I think there's a difference between fasting and corporal mortification. Fasting is not self-punishment, in my opinion. It's a way to practice self-discipline and, personally, I find it helps me to focus on my faith for a few weeks in the dead of winter when I have nothing better to do anyway.