You know how hard it can be . . . the way things are goin', they're gonna crucify me. (From the ballad of John and Yoko). This is humiliating work, cleaning terlits. I know exactly what I'll be doing in Purgatory, should I be so blessed. Oy vey!
I only write this stuff so I get this other stuff done. Accountability. I'm sure St. Peter won't ask me if I cleaned the terlits today, but wouldn't it be funny if he did? He could so totally pull my leg on that. And, when I laugh, all the angels will say, "Oy! Pete! You lettin' that cacklin' gel in here?" Heaven will be fun, I think!
2 comments:
Heeeheeeheeehee, now you've got me feeling guilty. I gots ta clean my OWN terlits before we have peeps over for the First Communion tomorrow! I'll get right on that. I'll try to think happy thoughts whilst I'm doing it, just for YOU!
ROFL!
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