ROFL
Kasia November 9th, 2007
It would seem that a Boston priest has been accused of stalking Conan O’Brien. If the allegations are true, it sounds like the padre needs some psychiatric help and a lot of prayer.
However, true to form, the inimitable Tim Ferguson (also known as Our Friendly Neighborhood Canonist - and it’s true, he really DOES live in my neighborhood!) put a comment into the combox that is well worth reading. Who knew even this cloud could have the silver lining of a laugh?
Do you think sometimes that Satan has a committee (we all know there are committee meetings in hell) that sits around thinking up temptations and ways to embarass the Church?“Hmmmmm - I know! I could try to get this priest to start…ummmm molesting kids!”
“No, no. Already done. How about stealing money from the cemetery fund?”
“mmmm, did that too.”
“Liturgical abuse?”
“That’s soooo 80’s.”
“Hey guys, how about getting a priest to stalk a late night talk show host!?
“Sheesh! How absurd - where would we even find one that moronic. I mean yeah, formation has slipped a bit since the “old days” but you couldn’t get one of these guys to do something that stupid.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ll bet you two icecubes and a window fan I can get one to do it.”
“You’re on!”
While I did laugh (out loud) when The Clam told me about this on Friday, one problem with Tim’s idea did occur to me:
We all know that committee meetings on earth are rarely productive, so it seems reasonable that, in hell, committee meetings would NEVER be productive - they would just go on, and on, and on, and on (sort of like the Energizer bunny from those old advertisements).
Any thoughts?
I think that committee meetings in Hell would be very efficient because only two people would be able to talk. The rest would be tied to their chairs by octupi or earthworms, their eyes held open with fishhooks, and their mouths gagged with eels. Then, when they were finally released to their cubicles (there MUST be cubicles in Hell), they would have to read the e-mails of the meeting minutes - sent one page at a time - with some sort of glitch that caused the lines to run
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That sounds like the meetings I had to go to at my last job…and I had a cubicle there too…