My understanding is that Evil Editor is posting from the future so that we may benefit from the learnings and wisdom of those who will follow us, and thereby make them also more wise. It is a gracious, though paradoxical, thing to do for the benefit of Humanity; and as we know, all Humanity read this blog, if only the affected choose to leave comment.
Confessionals happen to be a source of great, um, well, not humor exactly, but sick and strange memories for me. And they always smelled liked furniture polish and leftover incense stench and mothy cushions- turn offs even to this day.
See, the priest has noticed EE in the confessional, and probably asked him how long since his last confession, and it turns out EE isn't there to confess, he just thinks the nickel he dropped might have rolled in. You, of course, know that EE isn't so cheap he would stoop over to pick up a mere nickel, even if he knew exactly where it landed, so of course it wouldn't occur to you that this was amusing. I had to get someone to explain it to me as well.
Caption: Anon.
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OK, Father, say three Hail Strunk and White's and rewrite it in simple past tense. --anon.
I'm telling youse Mikey, I gets out of here I'm going to punctuate HIS ass. --anon.
How I hate Connect 4...--WO
Edit your manuscript? What happened to 'say 3 Hail Marys'?--anon.
I think I've found the problem with your air conditioner, ma'am.--anon.
See, I kept thinking the priest was confessing his sins to EE. Confessional humor isn't my thing, anyway.
ME
I'm often surprised by how much humor is confessional.
How do you post from the future? And, if you can travel to the future, why are you wasting your time posting?
My understanding is that Evil Editor is posting from the future so that we may benefit from the learnings and wisdom of those who will follow us, and thereby make them also more wise. It is a gracious, though paradoxical, thing to do for the benefit of Humanity; and as we know, all Humanity read this blog, if only the affected choose to leave comment.
Oh GOd, if only I'd seen this one.
Confessionals happen to be a source of great, um, well, not humor exactly, but sick and strange memories for me. And they always smelled liked furniture polish and leftover incense stench and mothy cushions- turn offs even to this day.
I must be stupid; I don't get the coin rolling in.
See, the priest has noticed EE in the confessional, and probably asked him how long since his last confession, and it turns out EE isn't there to confess, he just thinks the nickel he dropped might have rolled in. You, of course, know that EE isn't so cheap he would stoop over to pick up a mere nickel, even if he knew exactly where it landed, so of course it wouldn't occur to you that this was amusing. I had to get someone to explain it to me as well.
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