...guess you could call me a serial sinner
I tried to have a nice conversation, flirt, and enjoy our dinner, but she was having nun of it.
The Catholic (catalytic) converter.
A Diet of Worms.
Nun-Jitsu
I'm a Bored Again Christian.
A nunja.
Slim to nun
Mass Marketing.
A dope pope
...but I gave up picking my belly button for lint.
(emo philips)
The pay per see.
Massively Multiprayer Online
There was mass confusion
I thought I was the fastest, turns out I’m second to nun
Because they have mass.
...then He becomes a Roamin' Catholic
The rabbit says "I think I'm a typo"
Nun.
[Inspired by Netflix - Warrior Nun]
Je suis christ
Because they have mass
They use papal transactions
A pope tart.
Pew! Pew! Pew!...
He said he found an infected mass.....
Your karma ran over my dogma!
A Father in law.
...are they nun chucks?
It’s a touchy subject.
Why don’t you just ash them?
Marilyn Nunroe
He’s a mass murderer.
You could say I holy ghosted him.
Every year, the team was in the state championship game, and usually won it handily. Every able lad within a few hundred miles wanted to play football for Central Catholic Fighting Knights.
Those who were familiar with the program, knew that the true heart and soul of the Knights football program was Sister Mary Margaret, an aged nun who would, in full habit, get out on the practice field and work on routes with the receivers, give pointers to the quarterbacks on their stances and releases, but most of all, love them like the second mother that she became to all of the boys in that program.
One year, on the eve of the state championship game, some evil malefactors broke into the convent and kidnapped Sister Mary Margaret. Everyone was stunned by the news, but none more so than the Knights of Central Catholic. They were devastated at the loss of their mentor.
As you might guess, the state championship game didn't go very well. For the first time in the history of the football program, the Knights were shut out. The Spartans beat them 42-0.
The next day, the headline on the local sports section read:
No Offense, Nun Taken
There rabbit takes a look around the joint and says, "I'm beginning to think I'm a typo."
I gave up picking my belly button for lint.
Because they have mass.
I was second to nun.
