FATHER O'FLANNIGAN LIKES TO SUCK PENISES WITH LOTS OF HAIR ON THEM AND A SCAR THAT DRIBBLES PUSS THAT'S YELLOW AND SWEET LIKE CIGARETTES FLAVORED WITH A HINT OF ROSEMARY AND A DASH OF JULIP, WHICH THE JULIP TASTES LIKE CLOROX AND DORITOS THAT HAVE BEEN LEFT OPEN ON THE COUNTER FOR A WEEK, TWO DAYS, FIVE HOURS, SIXTY-TWO MINUTES, AND SEVENTY FIVE SECONDS ALSO KNOWN AS TWO DAYS SIX HOURS THREE MINUTES AND FIFTEEN SECONDS...CANASTA

So I was sitting in the living area when Father O'Flannigan walked in. He dictated what the title of the entry should be. He says that I have not yet devoted an entire entry to him. So this entry is all about him.

Ya know how sometimes in life you run across those really "special" people that you know you will never forget no matter how hard you try and no matter how many hours you spend in therapy? Father O'Flannigan is that kind of guy. He is really pretty funny when his narcolepsy is not acting up. For a priest, he likes to get naked on the webcam more than I would think he should. Granted, according to clergyman stereotype, maybe he is just ahead of the diocese. He wants to have a sex xhange, but I do not know if he'll be able to afford one. It is a tragedy really.

I would write more about this real American hero, but I'm not going to. Why? Because I do not feel like it. Plus he is trying to kill me with his missing belt. Actually he found it under the computer desk where he had left it after masturbating. He likes it rough. Wraps it around his neck and chokes himself. He is into that shit. Well, that and hermaphrodite midget porn.

Later Consuela.