Here's a tribute to some of my favorite blogs.
Krapsody
The Offended Blogger
Penny Arcade
Blog Ng Ina Mo
RealyBadTattoos
I am not getting paid to post them here nor am I being threatened with bodily harm. Im just doing it for the heck of it. And since this is my blog, I can do whatever I please with it. So f*ck off!
Love this!
I used to do this a couple of years ago when I get really bored. I love pissing off these pervs.
Couldn't think of a better punchline. If you ever have any idea on how i can best deliver it just add it in the comments andI will edit the strip.
This is what happens when an employee gets stuck to a very routinary job. They become robots. They don't think anymore, they just work!
And yes, thats an Orange laptop. Not an Apple.
The doodle bug bit me again. Here's the next installation to the ORANGE JUICE SERIES.
Its weekend already. Hope I can come up with some decent comics otherwise I might just end up posting pictures of naked teenagers here (just kidding).
I was doodling at the office DURING LUNCH BREAK (had to emphasize or my boss might think I blog at work, hehe), thinking about what to post in this blog and ended with the above strip. Did it in Microsoft Paint in about 15 minutes.
I then emailed it to my colleagues. It got good feedback (I heard them snickering) so I decided to post it here. This will be a series which I will call the ORANGE JUICE SERIES.
Enjoy!
A priest was being honored at his retirement dinner after 25 years in the parish. A leading local politician was chosen to make the presentation and give a little speech at the dinner. He was delayed, so the priest decided to say his own few words while people waited.
"I got my first impression of the parish from the first confession I heard here. I thought I had been assigned to a terrible place. The very first person who entered my confessional told me he had stolen a television set and, when questioned by the police, was able to lie his way out of it. He had stolen money from his parents, embezzled from his employer, had an affair with his boss' wife, taken illegal drugs, and gave VD to his sister. I was appalled, but as the days went on, I knew that my people were not all like that, and I had indeed come to a fine parish full of good and loving people."
Just as the priest finished his talk, the politician arrived, full of apologies for being late. He immediately began to make the presentation, giving his talk."I'll never forget the first day our parish priest arrived," said the politician. "In fact I had the honor of being the first one to go to him in confession." …..
This is fictional. Both my Grandmothers are dead.
As I've said before, if only it was this easy. But heck, sometimes you even have to defend your work from your colleagues and your boss. Sometimes you even have to guard your work from being filched by others "hint, hint".
Such is the life of an internal auditor.
Before I became an altar boy I was your usual active naughty boy. But when I started serving at church that is when I became naughtier. I was a prankster but as an altar boy I learned some really nasty pranks. My co-altar boys tend to play pranks at each other with one trying to top the last one.
One day my cousin from the US gave me a packet of itching powder. I saw unlimited potential for this. So I went to the lockers and sprinkled some powder on the other altar boys uniform (kind’da like that of a priests frock). When the evening service was up I seated myself in the front pew, excited to see the effect of the powder on the assigned altar boy. As expected he was squirming on his chair like a worm crawling on salt. His face was beet red and he looked like crying. He can’t stand still and he kept swaying from side to side rubbing his back to the chair. Somehow the powder must’ve reached his crotch because he was trying to secretly scratch his balls (he was unsuccessful). The old maids in the front pew almost fainted when they noticed that one of the altar boys crotch area was shaking as if the poor boy was doing something underneath the frock. I was having a hard time trying not to laugh. I wasn’t able to finish the mass since I was giggling uncontrollably at the sight of the poor guy.
He managed to finish the service then burst out crying as he scratched himself raw at the locker area. I told the other guys about the prank so we went inside the locker and laughed at the guy. He was so mad….
Then he decided to get even. He got some poison Ivy, went to locker and rubbed the leaves on the first frock he saw. I will be serving that night.
At the start of the service he seated himself at the front pew. He was already giggling before we were even seated near the altar. He kept waiting for us to start wriggling but none of us seem to be affected by the poison ivy. Then we noticed the priest scratching fervently at the back of his neck. He was sweating and his neck looked raw. That day, he gave the shortest sermon in his entire career as a priest. He was saying the prayers at a very fast rate like he was machine-gunning all the parishioners. He was saying his Hail Mary’s like any minute now the apocalypse would come. The mass was over in 20 minutes. After the mass, he was brought to the hospital for treatment.
There was an investigation done as to who put the poison ivy on the priests frock. Thank goodness God never squealed on us. My evilness grew.
Note: the writer is an agnostic and is writing on the basis of his beliefs when he still had religion.
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