
The CONFESSION BOOTH Judges Your Unexpected Pleasures
Welcome, my flock, back to the Church Of The Last Movie Outpost where, I am afraid, once more we are
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Welcome, my flock, back to the Church Of The Last Movie Outpost where, I am afraid, once more we are

Look at you all. You stinking sinners. You just sit there. Stinking. Of sin. Without moral and spiritual guidance, you

Hatred is a powerful sin. It sneaks up on you, and before you know it, you are filled with fury.

Power corrupts. Absolute power corrupts absolutely. This is what we shall tackle today. Either way, you mofos are sinning like

As the birthday celebrations of the Baby Jesus fade into our rearview mirror, and the misery of Dry January takes

The icy finger of winter chills the air, the evenings close in, the communion wine starts to look mighty tempting,

Let no man who hath torn his underpants asunder live without sin, for what is man without sin, and underpants?

So sorry about the quiet this weekend, fellow Outposters. Stark has called in sick, which means he’s at the beach.