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After the sunday service....
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| Good day Trevor...It appears that we are all alone in the back room of the church! | |
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| err.... yes father.....um...i've got quite a good gaydar, and it's just gone off the scale... | |
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| hmm, quite! tell me, Trev..may I call you Trev?....have you ever felt aroused at the statues of christ in the church? | |
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| what the fuck?.....I hope thats the key to the church gates in his pocket! | |
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The vicar always knew the spare crucifix would come in handy...
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| oooohh mama! who's your daddy! Trevor, I hope you're not allergic to latex....I'm just popping out...you'll be ok up there won't you? | |
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| Please Father, I just want to go home! I think they put the crown of thorns on jesus' other head you twat! Don't fucking leave me father! HEELLLPPP!!! | |
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