(July 7, 2016 at 5:16 pm)Crossless1 Wrote: The mere thought of naked Twister with my childhood Sunday School teacher would have been enough to drive me into a monastery. MILF? No.
Oh dear God in heaven, what a fucking nightmare.
Coincidentally, of the 3 Sunday school teachers I recall, one is still alive (no mean feat, I was a lad in the 60s) and I'm friendly with her. She was relatively nice, but teaching children wasn't her strong suit.
I ran into the Sunday school superintendent (my those Methodists were organized) from back then recently and recognized her. I mentioned to her I still have my bible I was presented she had signed on the inside. I didn't tell her to what purpose I'm putting it too these days, although my KJV 1611 is far more useful, the Methodist one is a crappy NIV.
I recall the sup and my mom not getting along very well. Additionally, the sup tangled with a family member of mine over the sups execrable treatment of her mother when she was in a care facility. The mother went to the hospital for a few days and when she returned to the nursing home, her daughter (the sup) had cleaned out her room in anticipation of her demise. And then was slow to bring anything back.
The bitch . . . .
The granting of a pardon is an imputation of guilt, and the acceptance a confession of it.
