Raised as a Catholic which meant a weekly trip to church to confess my sins. Aged 7, I was walking to church & just could not think of any sins I'd done. Wondered idly what'd happen if I confessed to murder? Got there. Confessed to murder. Much consternation. Bloody brilliant.
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"...Father, I have another sin to confess."
"Very funny. I bet you're feeling pretty proud of yourself right now"
"Alright that's three you've got out of me now, Father, beware the sin of Greed"
To EVERY Catholic child.
Except fucking Perfect Jimmy, who's probably in prison now