He emits a sin daily
Can sin be mortal and where do I die after it?
Convenient sin is not as bad as Borstal
Menial sin is lowering to the pride of the sinner
Agreeable sin list free
Undeniable sin is public
Unreliable sin is when the other person won’t join you in bed
You are liable for sin tax if you are of working age.
Do not omit a sin on Sundays before Mass
Confirmation bias is worrying the Bishop
He sexually abused the mop in the kitchen as its head reminded him of women’s hair.Is it legal?Should I buy a different type?
He never watches porn as he can fantasise, you see.Well, you can’t actually see it as such.Isn’t it hard to write sensibly?
Isn’t the alphabet great? It helps us to come on FB and sin gaily,daily and freely.Then we can go to Confession if we have no date!

I got up in the morning at quarter to four.

My watch did not speak, I put a spell on the floor.

I thought it was humid,nobody laughed.

I saw the headteacher kill one of the staff.

There is never a time to do what is right

Dogs will start barking, they are aching to fight

It is dark every morning and it’s sunny all night.

I put the cat in a basket and took care 8n the church.

The parish priest told me, I was left in the lurch.

I confess all my sins, I suffer from guilt

My husband is dead so I’ve thrown out the quilt.

The sound is insouciant the moon it looks vague.

The stars can’t be counted, I know there’s a plague

I was over in Ireland, the air was on fire.

The church is demonic the Pope is a liar

The British were armed and they tortured young men.

It seems that the world was much simpler back then.

The babies took drugs, the mothers went mad

They were missing some force so they called out for Dad

Now the mothers must work and the babies are farmed

The state guarantees it will do them no harm

So rock the old cradle, the baby is dead.

The end of the world is here on my bed

https://www.bbc.com/future/article/20150130-the-man-who-studies-evil

Posted on June 18, 2017
Mary went into the bathroom and looked into the mirror.She no longer feared to see Satan, as compared to many living and dead human beings he seemed almost an angel.
Her hair was standing on end and she realised that it was one thing to buy a box of 24 combs from Amazon but quite another to use one.
Ah, well, Stan preferred it wild, she told herself.But that was a long time ago.It was no longer thick and wavy.That stopped men singing,”O Sole Mio” when she passed them while they were painting the outside of a neighbour’s house.They probably didn’t know what it meant and neither did she.
Why am I looking into the mirror, she wondered? Maybe I am lonesome.But who to visit?Who to invite for tea?
Emile pushed the door open.
Are you alright, mother, he mewed?
I am not your mother, Emile, she said to her little cat, being overly pedantic about every aspect of human life.
Ok,grandma,he continued.I see the Yodel van outside. He probably has something fo you or me.
Now, Emile, I’ve told you before you can call me Mary even if I am your grandmother.
Who was my mother, he asked?Did you adopt me?
Your mother was my mother’s cat “Arabella Stuart”.We called her Bella.Your father was a total mystery.
Presumably a cat, Emile pondered.
Why, did you think it was an animal of another type?
How about Stan.Was he my dad?
In a metaphorical sense, she murmured shyly.He loved you very much.And so do I.
When we watched the dreadful news on TV I was wondering if any animals had been killed by the fire.Nobody has said.I doubt if they would keep dogs up there but cats might have been allowed, he howled
Oh, dear,I admit I have not thought of that.It was so terrible seeing people waving from their windows holding their phones.Saying, I love you to their parents or children.And now the Chancellor says it is illegal here to use that aluminium cladding.
I bet he is going to try to oust Theresa May, Emile told her.
You men, you only think of one thing! Politics and fighting.And sex and hot sinners.
Do you mean dinners, that cat asked her?
No , hot sinners are harlots.
But how do we know it is a sin.To cats it is normal.Except we have no money to pay
I don’t know.The word sin is no longer heard as it is not politically correct
Whereas letting 58 people burn to death is politically correct as long as we don’t call it sinful.And all the others will be sick for years.
My God, you are getting clever, Emile, maybe you should run the country! Mary’s eyes filled with tears
You’d better make some hot tea with sugar, Emile announced.I will have 2 cubes.
They are not cubes anymore.They are spheres, she said softly.Sugrt spheres, How nice it sounds