posted on Mar, 23 2011 @ 10:01 PM
reply to post by timewalker
Every thing old is new again!
Being an Irish American and Catholic, it should go without saying that I come from a family of priests. My uncle was a priest, and one time years ago
visited me while I was living in New York City. I was a broke struggling actor at the time, which meant I was a waiter and bartender, so I had to
rely upon two other roommates to pay the rent.
When my Uncle visited - we affectionately called him Uncle Father Basil - he took me and my roommates out to dinner. One of my roommates, Shane, was
sort of smart ass, and he took great pleasure in asking my Uncle questions regarding religion. My Uncle was a gregarious fat priest who liked to
drink and loved to eat, and he was devouring his prime rib when Shane asked; "So Fadder, tell me whachu tink 'bout da end of da world. Ya tink it's
true? Ya tink da world is really coming to an end?"
My Uncle chewed his meat patiently, and before answering wiped the grease from his chin, and then looked at Shane and smiled: "Shane, the world comes
to an end when I die." and then he cut himself another piece of prime rib and shoved it in his mouth, and Shane really didn't know what to say to
that, so he quietly ate his meal, and we drank heartily the rest of the night.
edit on 23-3-2011 by Jean Paul Zodeaux because: (no reason given)