So you're in a Sunday service and you stand to sing the first hymn. Over the top of the hymn-book you spot this:
Can you resist the urge to grab him by the sweatpants and pull them up?
In prison one should always fight one's urges. Especially when the man in front of you is well-built, muscular even, and may not appreciate your mam-like tendency.
Fortunately his underpants did fill the gap. Unlike the boy next to him who treated us to proper builders' bum when he bent over.
P.S. I've had an email from the man who was leading the service in prison yesterday. He said, 'Read your blog. Now I know why you had that funny smile on your face.'
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And so when the good Father advised his adult Confirmation class that the men should wear something other than jeans and a T-shirt and the ladies should not be strapless or spaghetti straps and not exceedingly short skirt and the "lady" did have sleeves and the skirt a decent length and would have been perfectly lovely if the fabric had not been pretty much transparent...
Surely one can praise God with one's bum cheeks too Liz!
And don't forget the first letter of St Paul to the Corinthians 15:41
There is one glory of the sun, and another glory of the moon....
Better seeing his bum than something more intimate....
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