The summer of sin, with its alcohol-fueled barbecues and ladies in summer dresses, may be a distant memory now up here in the Northern hemisphere, but this doesn’t mean your souls are cleansed.
We know what evil lurks in the minds and hearts of Outposters. Especially you, yes… you! You filthy wizard! You should be ashamed of yourself. You should be as ashamed as many of my patients in my illegal gender conversion clinic the members of my flock who come to me, lost and confused for spiritual guidance after a moral failure.
Fear not, for I, the most reverend Reverend, am always available to help cleanse your souls and remove that burden.
Only a being as magnificent and munificent as the Goddess could deal with such a stunning array of sins, and hark for she doth approach… erm… eth. She looks even cleverer than usual this time and ready to handle your unloading.
The subject for this Confession Booth comes from one of our flock.
Fellow Outposter Tubby Walters had a heavily burdened soul when he suggested it after we spent an evening discussing the relative merits of Rocky V, which remains an entertaining use of time despite being heralded as a weak entry, which led to Tubby dropping a load of sin and asking his fellows:
What blatantly imperfect movie do you still love, warts and all?
So, the Confession Booth is spread wide open once again as the Goddess awaits your vigorous unburdening. You must confess. CONFESS!
