As we now all know, I'm a nun. Not by choice per se, but I am. So good little me is doing everything as she's supposed to. Did I mention I'm no longer a Sunday School teacher? I'll let you stew on whether I quit or got kicked out...
But these last few days have been distressing. I've been rather weepy, rather hungry, and rather headachy. Yet, there's been no viable reason showing up for these rather conspicuous signs of female funness.
Since this was Easter weekend and all, my biggest concern was...
I was the carrier of the second coming of Christ. I may not be Virgin Morgan, but hey now, nun status is close enough.
Rest assured, I am not.
Especially since I'm about to go to Hell for saying this...
I totally think Mary and Joseph did the hanky panky and the pull-out method just didn't work.
And with that... I'm out.
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