Jesus already knows, honey
So, this guy apparently walked naked through St Peter’s Basilica yesterday. Judging from his tiny, out-of-focus junk, I think I know the miracle he was praying for.
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Posted: January 5th, 2016 under personal, religion.
Comments: 13
Comments
Comment from Skandia Recluse
Time: January 5, 2016, 11:00 pm
Are those scars on his right side?
Comment from S. Weasel
Time: January 6, 2016, 12:05 am
No, I think it’s somebody in a white shirt standing behind him.
Comment from J.S.Bridges
Time: January 6, 2016, 12:58 am
Kinda too-blurry to be sure, but – first reaction is: He really ought to join a gym, do some weight-work, maybe adjust the ol’ diet a bit – that physique clearly could use some serious improvement…
Comment from peacelovewoodstock
Time: January 6, 2016, 1:04 am
I’ve smoked fatter joints than that
Comment from J.S.Bridges
Time: January 6, 2016, 1:40 am
In that context, it sort of gives new meaning to the term “blunt”, doesn’t it?
Comment from mojo
Time: January 6, 2016, 5:18 am
Kind of hard to charge him with indecent exposure, the place is covered in nudes.
Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: January 6, 2016, 10:10 am
St. “Peter” would be turning over in his grave, having a tiny li’l winky like that running around in his basilica.
Bet the guys wife is cringing with embarrassment.
Two lines come to mind:
“…ain’t bigger nor a derringer.” (From the short story, ‘The Luck of Roaring Camp”), and,
“I smoke old stogies I have found. Short, but not too big around”, (from Roger Millers “King of the Road”. song).
Comment from tinman
Time: January 6, 2016, 7:38 pm
Shrinkage!
Comment from Phineas
Time: January 6, 2016, 7:41 pm
Should have ran with fig leaf…that way it’s art.
Comment from Pupster
Time: January 6, 2016, 11:09 pm
Maybe he was in the pool.
Comment from Nina
Time: January 7, 2016, 7:51 am
Poor thing.
Comment from OldFert
Time: January 9, 2016, 2:46 am
It’s OK since he *identifies* as being fully clothed.
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