After mass this morning the old timers were ragging on me about the lack of dedication to ministry! Hah! I’m sick of this illusion y’all have placed upon this lifetime! Y’all suck eggs! Die, fools!
Anyway, three Filipino old timers were already up for the Cup Ministry and I saw a taller version of the doppelganger take the fourth place. I didn’t rush because I knew there would be more people participating during weekends than during the weekdays.
So I was happy not to serve the “wine”, which is NOT “blood” but only a symbol of a fictitious being named JC. The wine is really good, though, and fruity, too. I don’t mind catching herpes, TB, whatever from drinking the leftovers, which is a requirement. Bahaha!
And then later on tonight, I read the “Updated Communion Stations” by our pastor. The letter was postmarked on 4/11/14, which was yesterday. So the “communion flow is effective immediately”, meaning stupid/crazy farts are NOT supposed to help, rush up and grab a station without first signing the sheet located on the usher’s tables. School Parents get service hours.
Anyone can be ministers! It’s a volunteer job for crying out loud! Y’all get to go to heaven by making my hell more tolerable! Please call the damn phone number located on the front of the weekly bulletin, read the copy of guidelines serving the solids and liquids, and be sincere in your service.
Good luck, chumps! God y’all make me sick!
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