Some Lunchtime Levity
December 4, 2008 by Patrick Madrid
Filed under Patrick's Blog
As I break for a quickie repast, I cast my eyes across the blogosphere and they fell upon these comedic gems over at Ironic Catholic, under the heading of “Theological Trash Talk.” (I just know that some of my priest friends — you know who you are — will appreciate a few of these in particular.)
- You lovable gravely disordered noodlehead
- Yeah, you. This is your conscience. This is your conscience on drugs. Any questions?
- You’ve really got your transcendental Thomist freak goin’ on
- You’re such a cross between a Jansenist and a Cathar. Yeah, pun intended, pharisaic punk
- Your similitudo dei needed an elephantine spit shine when you were born
- Yo momma’s like St. Monica without her faith
- When you got baptized, that chrism oil curdled on your forehead like rancid salad dressing
- Dude, you have free will. That Freebird song don’t have nothin’ to do with it. And Lynyrd Skynyrd ain’t no theologians
- When you received the gifts of the Holy Spirit, you asked for a receipt
- You so messed up, you thought “intrinsically disordered” was a self-canceling pizza delivery
Feel free to add some theological zingers of your own in the comments box. I’ll start with these:
1) It’s time for you to go a little heavier on the
exitus and a lot lighter on the reditus.2) Hush your mouth. Your sitz im leben is starting to show.
Hey, thanks for the compliment on the theological trash talk.
And I like Thursday’s a lot!
You smell like a thurible full of Gehenna incense!
Being with you is like an eternity in the cry room.
You got served. Communion.
How ’bout I re-present my fist in your face?
Your mom is grave matter.
hmm..I did think of a pickup line!
“Anybody ever tell you you’ve got an extraordinary form?”