…no, not “that” kind. The Church is still paying through the nose for all of “those” kinds of pranks played by its priests.
Girl Child is home from University and spreading her time between her mother, me, and her friends (as well as the occasional odd job to earn cash to support her world wandering habits). She shared a story from a dinner visit to one of her friends.
Now, Girl Child is a vegetarian. Not a militant vegetarian, but she’ll avoid any ‘beastly’ products that she can. She was visiting one of her Irish dance buddies and was invited to stay for dinner. They knew of her veggie tendencies, with her friend’s younger brother teasing her about being a vegetarian being “just wrong”. Also at the dinner was the priest that recently married Daughter Person’s friend. Unsurprisingly, the priest was asked to say “Grace” before the meal. As Girl Child described it – – –
“Dear Lord, thank you for us being able to gather together here. Thank you for the friendship of those around this table. Oh, and especially thank you for providing us with animals. Thank you for the cow, from whom we get tasty beef. Thank you for the pig and his bacon, pork, and ribs, juicy and succulent. Thank you for the deer, the chicken, and other manners of animals from whom we get delicious meat products that we may enjoy at our mealtimes. Amen!”
Who said priests don’t have a sense of humor…
Tags: funny priests, Girl Child, Humor, meatatarian, prayers that count, vegenazi
The Wilds of Ohio 
December 29, 2008 at 10:31 |
I remember priests like that, I grew up with them. It is customary in Native American circles to thank the animal for giving its life so we can have food. The Boyo and I usually thank the poor plants, too.
December 29, 2008 at 11:38 |
Actually, I am a member of P.E.T.A.
That would be: People Eating Tasty Animals!
December 29, 2008 at 13:58 |
Favorite Simpson Quote:
Homer: Are you saying you’re never going to eat any animal again? What about bacon?
Lisa: No.
Homer: Ham?
Lisa: No.
Homer: Pork chops?
Lisa: Dad, those all come from the same animal.
Homer: Heh heh heh. Ooh, yeah, right, Lisa. A wonderful, magical animal.
December 29, 2008 at 16:28 |
Yeah, they can be twisted humor wise too.
Hey, someone ended up on my blog yesterday with a search term concerning your blog. They were looking for all things related to it. Thought you might like to know.
December 29, 2008 at 20:06 |
silverstar – now we’re talking! a cross functional, all inclusive prayer to include thanks for all forms of edible goodies…ooo, that may include things which aren’t necessarily ‘table talk’ though, huh?
t.u.b. – and a proud member i am of that esteemed organization as well. daughter person is sympathetic and understanding of my desire for tasty animals, but just can’t do so herself
daisyfae – one of my favorite episodes! how cool that you remembered (memorized?) that part. well, either ‘cool’ or ‘sadly disturbing’. we’ll put it to a vote some time.
anniegirl – priests are people too. well, supposedly. better to get rid of some of their…umm…urges via humor than some other ways.
annie, as well – and as to the latter in your comment – – a big “HUH?”. may have to e-mail you to find out what it was. my blog stats are down, so ‘they’ didn’t find me directly. hmmm….a curiousity!
December 29, 2008 at 21:39 |
Sense of humour? Sounds more like a class A dickhead to me.
Sorry, I seem to be displaying a lack of respect for clergy, don’t I?
Oh well.
December 29, 2008 at 22:47 |
I tried being a vegetarian once. It last about 3 months. It was sooo difficult. Now, I just try not to think about the fuzzy widdle animals that gave their lives for my bacon cheesburger.
December 30, 2008 at 08:52 |
rob – *snort* you make it sound like the clergy doesn’t deserve respect… oh, wait… you hit the nail on the head. actually, this guy had already seen that Girl Child could take a joke about her vegetarianism, so was just playing the audience (so to speak)
evangeline – and aren’t those ‘fuzzy widdle animals’ extra yummy tasty? yeah! so, do you think of fuzzy widdle heads of lettuce when you eat salad? just wondering…
December 30, 2008 at 15:52 |
NO…I murder vegetables with glee. 🙂
December 30, 2008 at 17:44 |
As they say, you can hardly expect the fatted calf to be overjoyed at the return of the prodigal son. Or some such. Or something. [It sounded relevant when I started out, ok, mumble mumble …]
Got to go with Rob’s descriptor of the clergy, sounds like a bit of dick to me too …
December 31, 2008 at 22:49 |
evangeline – Mu-ah-ha-ha!! and listen to their pathetic screams as they die.
parenthesis – hey, i like that analogy. just as the lettuce can’t be happy to see the approaching salad tongs… or my butt the approaching proctologist… or… hmmm, guess i’ve said too much already.
January 1, 2009 at 05:53 |
Funny how the image of a salad tong equates to proctocology in your frame of reference Kid. I’d love to play a word association game with you, could be vastly entertaining … 🙂