Post by synn on Dec 20, 2022 14:27:16 GMT -5
The church confessional is always busier this time of year.
People want to be forgiven of their sins, like one time repenting will make up for years worth of toxic sludge, and they feel like they are doing good for themselves and society but telling an elderly man in a silk bathroom just how bad they’ve been.
Everything from abortion to adultery, from coveting to thievery, from assault to even murder. The things a priest are told are completely in confidence–there is a trust that those dark secrets will never get out.
Synn sat in the pew of the church, eating an apple. Watching these people come in and out of the confession booths, leaving much more relaxed then they went in. The church was silent, other than her bites and chews.
Things were different in Florida than back home in Alaska, and the was enjoying the people watching experience.
She finished the apple and wrapped it up in a napkin she had brought with her. Guys like Bobby relished in their sins. They told the world how awful they were like it made them whole. It didn't.
“More B.O.B BS. Sheesh! SOOO predictable, too. Dick jokes. Childish, frat boy humor. Is this what we want for OCW? Is this what we want for professional wrestling? Bobby may even be worse than the Nickelman, because at least Charlie gives a shit. Everything is funny to Mr. Bourbon, everything is a joke. He fails to look in the mirror everyday–and with his grotesque size I am not sure how he misses it–and fails even harder to realize that HE is the joke. Bourbon, the type of guy who buys clothes for the little images on them. Has no clue what they are, but thinks it's important and tells us about it. Thinks bacon comes from the store and not from made from a pig and will argue the point. He is just the most insufferable person!
But that’s the schtick, isn’t it? That’s the masquerade to hide the fact that he is a scared little boy who gets his rocks off by bullying others because other children weren’t so nice to him growing up. Two wrongs don’t make a right, and at this small house show the day after Christmas, I am going to make you pay for all of those wrongs twofold.
Donnie Harris, I will admit, being new here I don’t know much about you. I hope, however, that you’re not the same kind of arrogant jaggof that B.O.B seems to attract, and that we can have some good competition and put on a show! Guys like Bobby bring the entire company down–they are poisonous. Me, I am the antidote. I am here for one thing, to rid of OCW of its sins and until I accomplish that goal—well, lets just say there is always more work to be done!
I am going to absolve you of your wrongdoings, and when its over best believe you shall be cleansed."