Mike has been a software engineer far longer than he would like to admit. He has strong opinions on baseball, software, science fiction, comedy, contract bridge, and European history, any of which he's willing to share with almost no prompting whatsoever.
I was minding my business
Lifting some lead off
The roof of the Holy Name church
It was worthwhile living a laughable life
To set my eyes on the blistering sight
Of a vicar in a tutu
He’s not strange
He just wants to live his life this way
A scanty bit of a thing
With a decorative ring
That wouldn’t cover the head of a goose
As Rose collects the money in a canister
Who comes sliding down the banister ?
The vicar in a tutu
He’s not strange
He just wants to live his life this way
The monkish monsignor
With a head full of plaster
Said : “My man, get your vile soul dry-cleaned”
As Rose counts the money in the cannister
As natural as Rain
He dances again
My god !
The next day in the pulpit
With Freedom and Ease
Combatting ignorance, dust, and disease
As Rose counts the money in the cannister
As natural as Rain
He dances again and again and again
And the fabric of a tutu
Any man could get used to
And I am the living sign
(No religion).
See, 61 is still young! He still has enough creativity, energy, and sense of adventure to stir up a bit of trouble.
Maybe he sees little value in absolving people of their sins without encouraging them to kick it up a little.
I wonder what kind of wine they got at the rectory.
There’s no virtue in being sinless via not knowing any better. To earn heaven, learn enough about sin to reject it in full knowledge of what you’re missing.
I find myself saddened that the headline doesn’t somehow find a way to incorporate NAMBLA.
That headline is great:
The only omissions are
Bigfoot and Bat Boy.
Oh my.
(golf clap)
I’m impressed
Ah, you saw this too
Obligatory:
http://youtu.be/Zr47O72Kfh4
I was minding my business
Lifting some lead off
The roof of the Holy Name church
It was worthwhile living a laughable life
To set my eyes on the blistering sight
Of a vicar in a tutu
He’s not strange
He just wants to live his life this way
A scanty bit of a thing
With a decorative ring
That wouldn’t cover the head of a goose
As Rose collects the money in a canister
Who comes sliding down the banister ?
The vicar in a tutu
He’s not strange
He just wants to live his life this way
The monkish monsignor
With a head full of plaster
Said : “My man, get your vile soul dry-cleaned”
As Rose counts the money in the cannister
As natural as Rain
He dances again
My god !
The next day in the pulpit
With Freedom and Ease
Combatting ignorance, dust, and disease
As Rose counts the money in the cannister
As natural as Rain
He dances again and again and again
And the fabric of a tutu
Any man could get used to
And I am the living sign
(No religion).
See, 61 is still young! He still has enough creativity, energy, and sense of adventure to stir up a bit of trouble.
Maybe he sees little value in absolving people of their sins without encouraging them to kick it up a little.
I wonder what kind of wine they got at the rectory.
There’s no virtue in being sinless via not knowing any better. To earn heaven, learn enough about sin to reject it in full knowledge of what you’re missing.
Refresher courses available.
Friar Tuck lives!