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Tuesday, February 18, 2020

My Personal Confession



This is a very,very personal experience of mine and is close to my heart.
I feel grateful to share this story with all of my friends.

After living a life of debauchery for over 56 years I was riddled this past Sunday with self-guilt. As I pondered over my years of partying, drugs, and meaningless relationships my gut began to churn. I slipped into by well worn boat shoes and headed to St. Mary's Catholic Church in my home town. I needed someone to discuss all of the negative issues that existed in my life. It has been well over 10 years since I was in a confession booth and today would be the day. Father Jacob was a sincere old priest with compassion and a sincere ear. I climbed the old stone steps and pulled on the heavy oak entry door which has seen well over two centuries of sins. The stained glass windows cast a holy light over the inside of the church as a I headed to the confession booth. I opened the confession booth and sat down on the ornate hand-carved seat. My entire life flashed before my eyes at that moment as I contemplated all of the shortcomings in it. A moment later father Jacob slid open the door and said hello my son. My heart began to race as my entire body began to sweat uncontrollably.





I said OK father you can go first....I am off to happy hour......






6 comments:

PJ aka the pope said...

Bwahahahahaha!!!!!
PaulJ

The Captain said...

I've known this man along time and knew from the first sentence that some joke was at the end.
The only thing serious about him is a heart attack

Chief Nose Wetter said...

It looks like a bunch of prior comments were deleted by someone other than me. WTF.

Chief Nose Wetter said...

Thank you Captain for your heart warming response. You did walk tall with that Snickers bar in your pocket when you were an Altar boy!

Diamond Willie said...

My only question, Did Father Jacob go with you to Happy Hour?

Chief Nose Wetter said...

Hell no