Outside of wedding and funerals, I haven't been to a Catholic mass since I was Confirmed.
Ironic huh? Hahahaha
I went to a Catholic school from first through eighth grade, and my disdain/distrust in organized religion started around third grade when our class received the "Sacrament Of Penance". Even though your supposed to choose if you want to go face-to-face or "anonymously" in the confessional, for some reason we were all forced to go face-to-face to "receive" the sacrament. So, here I am, a 9 year old kid telling some old dude who knows me (and knows my parents and family, BTW) my "sins" I've done? Even at 9, I knew this was f@cking weird and wrong - so I never went again.
I kept up the Sunday mass ritual with my family because we always went out for breakfast after, but once I hit 16 and started driving and working, I never went back to church again - except weddings & funerals.
I guess I get the whole "community" feel of a church, and (outside of the molestations, of course) it's good for kids to learn about respect and love of mankind through the "stories" in the Bible, but I just can't see how a grown adult in this day and age can still buy into this crap.....
Quote Originally Posted by Slobbasaurus:
Coincidences. Nothing more.
Outside of wedding and funerals, I haven't been to a Catholic mass since I was Confirmed.
Ironic huh? Hahahaha
I went to a Catholic school from first through eighth grade, and my disdain/distrust in organized religion started around third grade when our class received the "Sacrament Of Penance". Even though your supposed to choose if you want to go face-to-face or "anonymously" in the confessional, for some reason we were all forced to go face-to-face to "receive" the sacrament. So, here I am, a 9 year old kid telling some old dude who knows me (and knows my parents and family, BTW) my "sins" I've done? Even at 9, I knew this was f@cking weird and wrong - so I never went again.
I kept up the Sunday mass ritual with my family because we always went out for breakfast after, but once I hit 16 and started driving and working, I never went back to church again - except weddings & funerals.
I guess I get the whole "community" feel of a church, and (outside of the molestations, of course) it's good for kids to learn about respect and love of mankind through the "stories" in the Bible, but I just can't see how a grown adult in this day and age can still buy into this crap.....
I went to a Catholic school from first through eighth grade, and my disdain/distrust in organized religion started around third grade when our class received the "Sacrament Of Penance". Even though your supposed to choose if you want to go face-to-face or "anonymously" in the confessional, for some reason we were all forced to go face-to-face to "receive" the sacrament. So, here I am, a 9 year old kid telling some old dude who knows me (and knows my parents and family, BTW) my "sins" I've done? Even at 9, I knew this was f@cking weird and wrong - so I never went again.
I kept up the Sunday mass ritual with my family because we always went out for breakfast after, but once I hit 16 and started driving and working, I never went back to church again - except weddings & funerals.
I guess I get the whole "community" feel of a church, and (outside of the molestations, of course) it's good for kids to learn about respect and love of mankind through the "stories" in the Bible, but I just can't see how a grown adult in this day and age can still buy into this crap.....
They kept increasing the age of Confirmation starting in the early 2000s. Both of my older brothers and cousins got theirs when they were in 8th grade. My younger sister and I both got ours when we were juniors in high school
Anyways, our CCD class went to Reconciliation during our last class. I was second to go but it didn't get further than that. Between the first kid ahead of me (still remember his name was Marcelo-haha) and I, we took up the entire hour of class time by our "Father" lecturing and scorning us for our sins, hahaha.
I told the priest that I drank and smokedsocially like most high school teenagers and he was on the verge of screaming at me. He then asked me whether I was sexually active. Of course I was.. I was a 17 year old kid. He then proceeded to say that it was a sin and I shouldn't "touch myself down there either."
My CCD teacher later apologized to me and Marcelo saying that the priest was very old-fashioned.
I swear on all of my loved-ones graves that this happened. I told my father about this and he laughed. My mom didn't believe me.
When people ask me what religion I am, I tell them I was raised Roman Catholic up until my Confirmation. Then I tell them this story. No Bullsh!t. True Phucking Story.
"You can't touch yourself down there either." Hahahaha.
Quote Originally Posted by GimmeMoneyNow:
I went to a Catholic school from first through eighth grade, and my disdain/distrust in organized religion started around third grade when our class received the "Sacrament Of Penance". Even though your supposed to choose if you want to go face-to-face or "anonymously" in the confessional, for some reason we were all forced to go face-to-face to "receive" the sacrament. So, here I am, a 9 year old kid telling some old dude who knows me (and knows my parents and family, BTW) my "sins" I've done? Even at 9, I knew this was f@cking weird and wrong - so I never went again.
I kept up the Sunday mass ritual with my family because we always went out for breakfast after, but once I hit 16 and started driving and working, I never went back to church again - except weddings & funerals.
I guess I get the whole "community" feel of a church, and (outside of the molestations, of course) it's good for kids to learn about respect and love of mankind through the "stories" in the Bible, but I just can't see how a grown adult in this day and age can still buy into this crap.....
They kept increasing the age of Confirmation starting in the early 2000s. Both of my older brothers and cousins got theirs when they were in 8th grade. My younger sister and I both got ours when we were juniors in high school
Anyways, our CCD class went to Reconciliation during our last class. I was second to go but it didn't get further than that. Between the first kid ahead of me (still remember his name was Marcelo-haha) and I, we took up the entire hour of class time by our "Father" lecturing and scorning us for our sins, hahaha.
I told the priest that I drank and smokedsocially like most high school teenagers and he was on the verge of screaming at me. He then asked me whether I was sexually active. Of course I was.. I was a 17 year old kid. He then proceeded to say that it was a sin and I shouldn't "touch myself down there either."
My CCD teacher later apologized to me and Marcelo saying that the priest was very old-fashioned.
I swear on all of my loved-ones graves that this happened. I told my father about this and he laughed. My mom didn't believe me.
When people ask me what religion I am, I tell them I was raised Roman Catholic up until my Confirmation. Then I tell them this story. No Bullsh!t. True Phucking Story.
"You can't touch yourself down there either." Hahahaha.
I could write a book about Catholic grammer school in the 60's.
Father Gardner was a mean prick..Hit me from behind with a bible over my head other kids confirmed his arms were raised way high doing so..Could have broken my neck..I just remember talking to a girl across from me during a test..
One day this Father went to exact some punishment on another kid and the kid ducked his punch..Father Gardner left wearing a cast after he busted his hand on a locker...Yeah we loved it..RIP you crazy darn.
Nuns were another trip..some too old to be handling pre-teens etc..I wasn't a bad kid or my classmates but we were beaten up sometimes with slaps, hair pulls, earlobe pulls..Just became the norm..But every year just got worse..Knuckles in the back from behind..seems nothing left bruises/blood to show parents.
Couple incidents happened though that we did not graduate the way they wanted us to..
Well one,they separated the boys and girls in 8th grade and just for fun we brought a couple smoke bombs in and all the boys touched it to claim responsibility..We set them off with a delayed cigarette fuse in the bathroom..Kinda worked as it was game on you old friggin nuns and they came down on us..At the time most of the boys had some contraband on them and Zippo lighters were popular..Firecrackers and Baseball cards to pitch at recess were good targets for the nuns to confiscate also.
One day at recess outside a kid lights anothers flimsy jacket on fire just fooling around and they bring all the boys into the auditorium..They bring the culprit to the front (Can't remember his name) but one nun on each side holding his arms while the head nun slapped him..He bolted and went home.His father took him out of the school and that was his last day there.
Just thought back a few year before that there was one black kid in the school and we all liked him..Henry Middleton was his name..One day a nun called him a person and he went home and told his father.That was his last day at the school.We also had a black janitor who was cool to the kids and the freaking nuns told us to not befriend him..Just fucked up and we knew at the time they were racist..
Graduation was in a church,some big-shot bishop came in and the nuns all in flurry about that ..We tore it up and let loose for years of abuse..stomping feet clapping etc..big rounds of applause esp for one Shirly Quisgard a redhead who suffered some serious abuse from the nuns and was one of us...I think hers was the last diploma handed out..and show was over and done with..Nuns crying and aftermath was some kind of emergency PTA meeting because the nuns wanted to hold us a back a year,but impossible due to an incoming class...
For those of us who continued to the Catholic High School we were warmly greeted by the drunken pastor/founder of that school .And that is another story of a crazy priest shipped off to Fl
Have not been in a church since my Mother's funeral.
I could write a book about Catholic grammer school in the 60's.
Father Gardner was a mean prick..Hit me from behind with a bible over my head other kids confirmed his arms were raised way high doing so..Could have broken my neck..I just remember talking to a girl across from me during a test..
One day this Father went to exact some punishment on another kid and the kid ducked his punch..Father Gardner left wearing a cast after he busted his hand on a locker...Yeah we loved it..RIP you crazy darn.
Nuns were another trip..some too old to be handling pre-teens etc..I wasn't a bad kid or my classmates but we were beaten up sometimes with slaps, hair pulls, earlobe pulls..Just became the norm..But every year just got worse..Knuckles in the back from behind..seems nothing left bruises/blood to show parents.
Couple incidents happened though that we did not graduate the way they wanted us to..
Well one,they separated the boys and girls in 8th grade and just for fun we brought a couple smoke bombs in and all the boys touched it to claim responsibility..We set them off with a delayed cigarette fuse in the bathroom..Kinda worked as it was game on you old friggin nuns and they came down on us..At the time most of the boys had some contraband on them and Zippo lighters were popular..Firecrackers and Baseball cards to pitch at recess were good targets for the nuns to confiscate also.
One day at recess outside a kid lights anothers flimsy jacket on fire just fooling around and they bring all the boys into the auditorium..They bring the culprit to the front (Can't remember his name) but one nun on each side holding his arms while the head nun slapped him..He bolted and went home.His father took him out of the school and that was his last day there.
Just thought back a few year before that there was one black kid in the school and we all liked him..Henry Middleton was his name..One day a nun called him a person and he went home and told his father.That was his last day at the school.We also had a black janitor who was cool to the kids and the freaking nuns told us to not befriend him..Just fucked up and we knew at the time they were racist..
Graduation was in a church,some big-shot bishop came in and the nuns all in flurry about that ..We tore it up and let loose for years of abuse..stomping feet clapping etc..big rounds of applause esp for one Shirly Quisgard a redhead who suffered some serious abuse from the nuns and was one of us...I think hers was the last diploma handed out..and show was over and done with..Nuns crying and aftermath was some kind of emergency PTA meeting because the nuns wanted to hold us a back a year,but impossible due to an incoming class...
For those of us who continued to the Catholic High School we were warmly greeted by the drunken pastor/founder of that school .And that is another story of a crazy priest shipped off to Fl
Have not been in a church since my Mother's funeral.
I could write a book about Catholic grammer school in the 60's.
Father Gardner was a mean prick..Hit me from behind with a bible over my head other kids confirmed his arms were raised way high doing so..Could have broken my neck..I just remember talking to a girl across from me during a test..
One day this Father went to exact some punishment on another kid and the kid ducked his punch..Father Gardner left wearing a cast after he busted his hand on a locker...Yeah we loved it..RIP you crazy darn.
Nuns were another trip..some too old to be handling pre-teens etc..I wasn't a bad kid or my classmates but we were beaten up sometimes with slaps, hair pulls, earlobe pulls..Just became the norm..But every year just got worse..Knuckles in the back from behind..seems nothing left bruises/blood to show parents.
Couple incidents happened though that we did not graduate the way they wanted us to..
Well one,they separated the boys and girls in 8th grade and just for fun we brought a couple smoke bombs in and all the boys touched it to claim responsibility..We set them off with a delayed cigarette fuse in the bathroom..Kinda worked as it was game on you old friggin nuns and they came down on us..At the time most of the boys had some contraband on them and Zippo lighters were popular..Firecrackers and Baseball cards to pitch at recess were good targets for the nuns to confiscate also.
One day at recess outside a kid lights anothers flimsy jacket on fire just fooling around and they bring all the boys into the auditorium..They bring the culprit to the front (Can't remember his name) but one nun on each side holding his arms while the head nun slapped him..He bolted and went home.His father took him out of the school and that was his last day there.
Just thought back a few year before that there was one black kid in the school and we all liked him..Henry Middleton was his name..One day a nun called him a person and he went home and told his father.That was his last day at the school.We also had a black janitor who was cool to the kids and the freaking nuns told us to not befriend him..Just fucked up and we knew at the time they were racist..
Graduation was in a church,some big-shot bishop came in and the nuns all in flurry about that ..We tore it up and let loose for years of abuse..stomping feet clapping etc..big rounds of applause esp for one Shirly Quisgard a redhead who suffered some serious abuse from the nuns and was one of us...I think hers was the last diploma handed out..and show was over and done with..Nuns crying and aftermath was some kind of emergency PTA meeting because the nuns wanted to hold us a back a year,but impossible due to an incoming class...
For those of us who continued to the Catholic High School we were warmly greeted by the drunken pastor/founder of that school .And that is another story of a crazy priest shipped off to Fl
Have not been in a church since my Mother's funeral.
Holy sh!t. You grew up around my parents time. They told me that if they told my grandparents they were hit by one of the Penguins at school, they'd catch a fresh beating b/c it meant they were misbehaving. 60s Catholic school seemed like prison from their stories.
This was in Newark, Jersey City, Elizabeth and Bayonne. I know you live in South Jersey now, but aren't from North? I forgot which poster, but there's another guy from Bayonne here that grew up around your time.
Quote Originally Posted by jamesxnj:
I could write a book about Catholic grammer school in the 60's.
Father Gardner was a mean prick..Hit me from behind with a bible over my head other kids confirmed his arms were raised way high doing so..Could have broken my neck..I just remember talking to a girl across from me during a test..
One day this Father went to exact some punishment on another kid and the kid ducked his punch..Father Gardner left wearing a cast after he busted his hand on a locker...Yeah we loved it..RIP you crazy darn.
Nuns were another trip..some too old to be handling pre-teens etc..I wasn't a bad kid or my classmates but we were beaten up sometimes with slaps, hair pulls, earlobe pulls..Just became the norm..But every year just got worse..Knuckles in the back from behind..seems nothing left bruises/blood to show parents.
Couple incidents happened though that we did not graduate the way they wanted us to..
Well one,they separated the boys and girls in 8th grade and just for fun we brought a couple smoke bombs in and all the boys touched it to claim responsibility..We set them off with a delayed cigarette fuse in the bathroom..Kinda worked as it was game on you old friggin nuns and they came down on us..At the time most of the boys had some contraband on them and Zippo lighters were popular..Firecrackers and Baseball cards to pitch at recess were good targets for the nuns to confiscate also.
One day at recess outside a kid lights anothers flimsy jacket on fire just fooling around and they bring all the boys into the auditorium..They bring the culprit to the front (Can't remember his name) but one nun on each side holding his arms while the head nun slapped him..He bolted and went home.His father took him out of the school and that was his last day there.
Just thought back a few year before that there was one black kid in the school and we all liked him..Henry Middleton was his name..One day a nun called him a person and he went home and told his father.That was his last day at the school.We also had a black janitor who was cool to the kids and the freaking nuns told us to not befriend him..Just fucked up and we knew at the time they were racist..
Graduation was in a church,some big-shot bishop came in and the nuns all in flurry about that ..We tore it up and let loose for years of abuse..stomping feet clapping etc..big rounds of applause esp for one Shirly Quisgard a redhead who suffered some serious abuse from the nuns and was one of us...I think hers was the last diploma handed out..and show was over and done with..Nuns crying and aftermath was some kind of emergency PTA meeting because the nuns wanted to hold us a back a year,but impossible due to an incoming class...
For those of us who continued to the Catholic High School we were warmly greeted by the drunken pastor/founder of that school .And that is another story of a crazy priest shipped off to Fl
Have not been in a church since my Mother's funeral.
Holy sh!t. You grew up around my parents time. They told me that if they told my grandparents they were hit by one of the Penguins at school, they'd catch a fresh beating b/c it meant they were misbehaving. 60s Catholic school seemed like prison from their stories.
This was in Newark, Jersey City, Elizabeth and Bayonne. I know you live in South Jersey now, but aren't from North? I forgot which poster, but there's another guy from Bayonne here that grew up around your time.
Oldest, most perfected form of Christian worship. The store house or deposit of faith.
Can't get around those two things despite the many fvck ups and raped kids.
At the end of the day, isn't all other forms of Christianity things that people just nitpicked what they didn't like about Catholicism over the course of time? Is Catholicism is the purest form of Christianity?
Quote Originally Posted by jmw59:
Oldest, most perfected form of Christian worship. The store house or deposit of faith.
Can't get around those two things despite the many fvck ups and raped kids.
At the end of the day, isn't all other forms of Christianity things that people just nitpicked what they didn't like about Catholicism over the course of time? Is Catholicism is the purest form of Christianity?
Holy sh!t. You grew up around my parents time. They told me that if they told my grandparents they were hit by one of the Penguins at school, they'd catch a fresh beating b/c it meant they were misbehaving. 60s Catholic school seemed like prison from their stories.
This was in Newark, Jersey City, Elizabeth and Bayonne. I know you live in South Jersey now, but aren't from North? I forgot which poster, but there's another guy from Bayonne here that grew up around your time.
Hey Slob I live in FL now but grew up on the JerseyShore Spring Lake Heights Monmouth county
lol about the penguins..man they were strange women with issues
At some point I realized telling my mother I was roughed up was worthless and my old man (WW11 navy vet)
I can probably count on one hand how many times my parents hit me and for the right reason.Not so at school..
Good education though
Probably need that type discipline in today's schools?
Quote Originally Posted by Slobbasaurus:
Holy sh!t. You grew up around my parents time. They told me that if they told my grandparents they were hit by one of the Penguins at school, they'd catch a fresh beating b/c it meant they were misbehaving. 60s Catholic school seemed like prison from their stories.
This was in Newark, Jersey City, Elizabeth and Bayonne. I know you live in South Jersey now, but aren't from North? I forgot which poster, but there's another guy from Bayonne here that grew up around your time.
Hey Slob I live in FL now but grew up on the JerseyShore Spring Lake Heights Monmouth county
lol about the penguins..man they were strange women with issues
At some point I realized telling my mother I was roughed up was worthless and my old man (WW11 navy vet)
I can probably count on one hand how many times my parents hit me and for the right reason.Not so at school..
Good education though
Probably need that type discipline in today's schools?
Hey Slob I live in FL now but grew up on the JerseyShore Spring Lake Heights Monmouth county
lol about the penguins..man they were strange women with issues
At some point I realized telling my mother I was roughed up was worthless and my old man (WW11 navy vet)
I can probably count on one hand how many times my parents hit me and for the right reason.Not so at school..
Good education though
Probably need that type discipline in today's schools?
Catholic school on Staten Island in the 60's. Kids from Bayonne and Elizabeth would cross the Bayonne and Goethals bridges to drink on Staten Island because back then the legal age was 18 in NY and 21 in NJ. Car crashes returning to NJ nearly every weekend. To this day I still vacation in Spring Lake on the Jersey Shore. Good memories.
Quote Originally Posted by jamesxnj:
Hey Slob I live in FL now but grew up on the JerseyShore Spring Lake Heights Monmouth county
lol about the penguins..man they were strange women with issues
At some point I realized telling my mother I was roughed up was worthless and my old man (WW11 navy vet)
I can probably count on one hand how many times my parents hit me and for the right reason.Not so at school..
Good education though
Probably need that type discipline in today's schools?
Catholic school on Staten Island in the 60's. Kids from Bayonne and Elizabeth would cross the Bayonne and Goethals bridges to drink on Staten Island because back then the legal age was 18 in NY and 21 in NJ. Car crashes returning to NJ nearly every weekend. To this day I still vacation in Spring Lake on the Jersey Shore. Good memories.
Catholic school on Staten Island in the 60's. Kids from Bayonne and Elizabeth would cross the Bayonneand Goethals bridges to drink on Staten Island because back then the legal age was 18 in NY and 21 in NJ. Car crashes returning to NJ nearly every weekend. To this day I still vacation in Spring Lake on the Jersey Shore. Good memories.
My parents told me they used to do this all the time after they graduated from high school.
Our generation had to take road trips up 87 to Montreal each summer to drink legally in the Quebec province. Love Montreal!
Anyways, I was fortunate that I attended public school and never had to deal with the strict rules of Catholic school.
My siblings and I only had to go to mass and CCD class every Sunday before NFL Countdown.
Beats being a Baptist in this way. Catholic service only bores you for a hour tops. I hear other Christian religions make an entire day out of worship! That's crazy!
Quote Originally Posted by 1129ken:
Catholic school on Staten Island in the 60's. Kids from Bayonne and Elizabeth would cross the Bayonneand Goethals bridges to drink on Staten Island because back then the legal age was 18 in NY and 21 in NJ. Car crashes returning to NJ nearly every weekend. To this day I still vacation in Spring Lake on the Jersey Shore. Good memories.
My parents told me they used to do this all the time after they graduated from high school.
Our generation had to take road trips up 87 to Montreal each summer to drink legally in the Quebec province. Love Montreal!
Anyways, I was fortunate that I attended public school and never had to deal with the strict rules of Catholic school.
My siblings and I only had to go to mass and CCD class every Sunday before NFL Countdown.
Beats being a Baptist in this way. Catholic service only bores you for a hour tops. I hear other Christian religions make an entire day out of worship! That's crazy!
At the end of the day, isn't all other forms of Christianity things that people just nitpicked what they didn't like about Catholicism over the course of time? Is Catholicism is the purest form of Christianity?
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I'm not blessed with the best apologetic skills, but yes, one could claim that. I had a press member ask me one time, do Catholics consider themselves Christian? My answer was yes, since we invented it.
[Quote: Originally Posted by Slobbasaurus]
At the end of the day, isn't all other forms of Christianity things that people just nitpicked what they didn't like about Catholicism over the course of time? Is Catholicism is the purest form of Christianity?
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I'm not blessed with the best apologetic skills, but yes, one could claim that. I had a press member ask me one time, do Catholics consider themselves Christian? My answer was yes, since we invented it.
They kept increasing the age of Confirmation starting in the early 2000s. Both of my older brothers and cousins got theirs when they were in 8th grade. My younger sister and I both got ours when we were juniors in high school
Anyways, our CCD class went to Reconciliation during our last class. I was second to go but it didn't get further than that. Between the first kid ahead of me (still remember his name was Marcelo-haha) and I, we took up the entire hour of class time by our "Father" lecturing and scorning us for our sins, hahaha.
I told the priest that I drank and smokedsocially like most high school teenagers and he was on the verge of screaming at me. He then asked me whether I was sexually active. Of course I was.. I was a 17 year old kid. He then proceeded to say that it was a sin and I shouldn't "touch myself down there either."
My CCD teacher later apologized to me and Marcelo saying that the priest was very old-fashioned.
I swear on all of my loved-ones graves that this happened. I told my father about this and he laughed. My mom didn't believe me.
When people ask me what religion I am, I tell them I was raised Roman Catholic up until my Confirmation. Then I tell them this story. No Bullsh!t. True Phucking Story.
"You can't touch yourself down there either." Hahahaha.
Dude, 17?!?!?
WTF!!!
I'm sure there were girls in your class too, I could not imagine a (for moral and legal reasons, we'll round it up to "18") year old girl sitting there alone in a confessional with some 50 year old dude, in a Catholic school uniform, going into great detail about how she "drinks, smokes, and touches herself" - and all the parents sign off on this as perfectly normal and O.K.
Just so wrong on so many levels.....
Quote Originally Posted by Slobbasaurus:
They kept increasing the age of Confirmation starting in the early 2000s. Both of my older brothers and cousins got theirs when they were in 8th grade. My younger sister and I both got ours when we were juniors in high school
Anyways, our CCD class went to Reconciliation during our last class. I was second to go but it didn't get further than that. Between the first kid ahead of me (still remember his name was Marcelo-haha) and I, we took up the entire hour of class time by our "Father" lecturing and scorning us for our sins, hahaha.
I told the priest that I drank and smokedsocially like most high school teenagers and he was on the verge of screaming at me. He then asked me whether I was sexually active. Of course I was.. I was a 17 year old kid. He then proceeded to say that it was a sin and I shouldn't "touch myself down there either."
My CCD teacher later apologized to me and Marcelo saying that the priest was very old-fashioned.
I swear on all of my loved-ones graves that this happened. I told my father about this and he laughed. My mom didn't believe me.
When people ask me what religion I am, I tell them I was raised Roman Catholic up until my Confirmation. Then I tell them this story. No Bullsh!t. True Phucking Story.
"You can't touch yourself down there either." Hahahaha.
Dude, 17?!?!?
WTF!!!
I'm sure there were girls in your class too, I could not imagine a (for moral and legal reasons, we'll round it up to "18") year old girl sitting there alone in a confessional with some 50 year old dude, in a Catholic school uniform, going into great detail about how she "drinks, smokes, and touches herself" - and all the parents sign off on this as perfectly normal and O.K.
well ten days the state police and warden services are looking for this man... no sign of even his car.... 2013 chevy equinox with onstar device and a cell phone... seems like troopers could not find their arsh with tissue paper these days...
well ten days the state police and warden services are looking for this man... no sign of even his car.... 2013 chevy equinox with onstar device and a cell phone... seems like troopers could not find their arsh with tissue paper these days...
jamesxnj
This is what happens when you try to "bugger a few of the wee ones"
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