Damned for All Time
by , 12-19-2008 at 07:08 PM (2258 Views)
Q: Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.
Father McCreary: Tell me what you've done, son.
Q: Well, I've committed a horrible crime.
Father: Murder? Rape? Robbery?
Q: Oh, no, Father, nothing like that. It's a crime against art.
Father: Art who?
Q: No, Father. Art - painting, sculpture, literature, music, stuff like that.
Father: Oh, well that can't be so bad son. Have you a forged a famous painting?
Q: No. I've, well, I own, well, I've got this (begins to cry)
Father: Ah, son, it can't be that bad. Just tell me what it is and you'll feel better.
Q: (big breath) I own a black velvet Elvis
Father: YOU WHAT!!!!!!!
Q: I own a black velvet Elvis and I need forgiveness.
Father: Ah, son, nobody can forgive that!!
Q: Our father who art...
Father: No, no, no. No amount of Our Fathers or Hail Marys can atone for what you've done. This goes far deeper than crime against art. This is blasphemy, sacrilege, eternal condemnation to the fires of Hell.
Q: But, dude, it was a gift.
Father: Hm, Young Elvis?
Q: Just the head of fat, bloated Vegas Elvis.
Father (resignedly): Can't help you.
Q: But
Father: Nope, that just grates against all that is decent and civilized. Can't forgive it.
Q: But I thought it being Christmas and all.
Father: Nope, can't do it.
(silent moment, smoke 'em if you got 'em , girls)
Q: I could regift it.
Father: Aye, lad, ya might.
Q: It being Christmas and all.
Father: But that's not an act of love you're talking about.
Q: Well, how about this...
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to All!!!
Father: That'll do, pig, that'll do.



