I let the dogs out.
Pak-Man, you bastard!
Despite the fact that I have lived my entire life in the Midwest, I confess that I have never learned how to play Sheepshead. And I’ve only played Euchre and Cribbage once each.
I sense a New Year’s Resolution for you, Vader!
(My teenage record collection was funded by nickels won at the high school lunch table playing sheepshead.)
In high school, there was a book about teen films from the 50’s and 60’s, and in it, was the first time I had fully seen the poster image for Village of the Giants.
The internet wasn’t around, and I didn’t want anyone to see me photo-copying the image, so, I checked out the book, and…l
P.S. I think I still have that page in a folder somewhere.
Yes, Officer, this poster right here.
I put the RAM in the RAM-A-LAM-A-DING-DONG!
(But in my defense, it was insufficient RAM.)
Well, I didn’t do a rim job on a basketball hoop. That is a failure on my part, I admit.
I have had impure thoughts about many coworkers or coincidental strangers.
And I “fixed” an idiot coworkers mistake yesterday by forcing a bigger block onto an innocent. I also have not washed my hands after making water a number of times.
I also did not attend mass on the Solemnity of Mary.
Wait. This was a fun thread! Well, whatever, those are my confessions.
Did you know that the properly catechized Roman Catholic Ludwig Wittgenstein particularly valued the act of confession, although he did not regularly, if ever as an adult, receive the Eucharist?
Don’t worry, 2023: I’ll have plenty more downer posts to come.
Seth Green stole my idea for Napster before Fanning stole it from him. I should be the one triggering him!
I don’t have to confess to anything. The High Holidays are over and won’t come around again for months.
Trying to remember which Jewish guy on '90s Comedy Central sighed, “I don’t get Christianity. Even when it comes to SIN, you’re paying retail!!”
I’ll just chillax in the comfy chair, thanks.
I expected the Spanish Inquisition!
I’ll admit that I don’t get it.
Yom Kippur is part of the Jewish High Holidays in the fall. It’s the only day of the year that you’re obligated to confess your sins and repent. Also, for what it’s worth, it’s a communal act and not a solitary one, as it would be in a Catholic confessional.
I still don’t get it. Paying retail? I know that explaining a joke makes it less funny, but this is one I’m just not following. Something in my brain is not computing.
It’s been a joke with Jewish comedians (pro or amateur) for years that we are mighty bargain hunters who would never pay retail price for any good. We’d always have a relative in the garment or diamond business (for example) who “can get it for you wholesale.”
It’s really auspicious to have a friend or family member that has the resources to deal “wholesale” in diamonds !