Fran Robertson
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Holy Thursday, 2003. I’m entering seminary in a few months and my diocese has already accepted me and has me wearing the cassock in liturgical settings. My pastor wants to wash my feet, to show off the new seminarian, I guess. I’m a shy person, I don’t need any extra cause for embarrassment, so I go to great lengths to make sure my feet are clean, my nails are clipped, I’ve got a fresh new pair of black socks to match my cassock. I’m first up at the foot washing in front of the whole congregation. He has me take my sock off. Brand new sock is FULL of black lint. It’s washing off my foot into the common bowl, the water is just full of soaked, black fluff. Everyone else is getting nasty black cotton poured over their own feet. Because the pastor had to show off the dumbass seminarian.
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@CC68891975 Remember them all and would like to add salmon patties and home made pasties. There was also an asian styled dish from a recipe in the Women's Weekly -our household called 'ha la ming'. It mainly featured rice, cabbage, mince and lots of curry powder. I loved it.
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A man ordered a sex doll off @amazon intended as a prop for a bachelor party. He was horrified to find it was a child sex abuse doll.
"Incredibly unsettling. It looks like a little kid."
Amazon knows, and yet they continue to host replica little girls for men's sexual use.

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@ThePosieParker We took a wrong turn in Vancouver. Night of the Living Dead!
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Of course drug laws have stopped thousands upon thousands from using drugs. American cities where weed is legal absolutely wreak of skunk weed everywhere, day and night. And whilst loads of people smoke it in the uk, it’s not everywhere all the time. We also don’t have zombie areas where everyone is off their face.
Drug laws might now stop everyone, but they stop a hell of a lot.
Zack Polanski@ZackPolanski
Drug laws have never stopped people from using drugs. They've stopped people from using drugs safely. It's time to legalise *and* regulate.
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@rose_dufay @HazelAppleyard No, her mother Janet Leigh played the victim in the shower scene.
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@RepubliKate I feel preparing the church for our weekly service is an act of worship in itself. 🙏
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Today was our assigned Saturday to clean the church. My husband was out of town. I didn’t look forward to going alone.
I set my alarm last night before bed. When it went off this morning, I couldn’t remember why I’d set it for a Saturday. As the fog in my mind cleared, I remembered and got up to get ready.
As I walked through the house to the garage, I found one of the dogs had gone to bathroom all over the mudroom floor. Pee and diarrhea.
Ugh. 😩
I hurried and cleaned it. I was 10 minutes late getting to the church. When I arrived, I was assigned to clean the chapel.
As I vacuumed, my mood lifted. There was nowhere else I needed to be, and a thorough sanitizing of my mudroom could wait 2 hours.
After I vacuumed under every bench, and the cushions on top of the benches, I looked toward the front of the chapel and noticed all the hymn books were askew.
A little voice said, “it’s fine; it doesn’t matter.”
Another voice responded, “but what if the Savior comes tomorrow?”
Row by row I straightened every hymnal pocket. I turned every hymn book right side up, facing outward and evenly spaced left and right.
When I was done, I looked across the chapel again. So much better.
Fit for a King. 🙏🏼♥️🙏🏼
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When Elon left South Africa, his mother provided him with $2,000 by cashing out a stock account she had opened with the money she won in a beauty contest as a teenager.
What he mainly had with him when he arrived in Montreal was a list of his mother’s relatives he had never met.
He planned to call his mother’s uncle, but discovered that he had left Montreal. So he went to a youth hostel, where he shared a room with five other people.
“I was used to South Africa, where people will just rob and kill you,” he says.
“So I slept on my backpack until I realized that not everyone was a murderer.”
He wandered the town marveling that people did not have bars on their windows.
After a week, he bought a $100 Greyhound Discovery Pass that allowed him to travel by bus anywhere in Canada for six months. He had a second cousin his age, Mark Teulon, who lived on a farm in Saskatchewan province not far from Moose Jaw, where his grandparents had lived, so he headed there. It was more than 1,700 miles from Montreal.
The bus, which stopped at every hamlet, took days to wander across Canada. At one stop, he got off to find lunch and, just as the bus was leaving, ran to jump back on.
Unfortunately, the driver had taken off his suitcase with his traveler’s checks and clothes. All he had now was the knapsack of books he carried everywhere. The difficulty of getting traveler’s checks replaced (it took weeks) was an early taste of how the financial payments system needed disruption.
When he got to the town near his cousin’s farm, he used some of the change he had in his pocket to call.
“Hey, it’s Elon, your cousin from South Africa,” he said.
“I’m at the bus station.”
The cousin showed up with his father, took him to a Sizzler steak house, and invited him to stay at their wheat farm, where he was put to work cleaning grain bins and helping to raise a barn.
There he celebrated his eighteenth birthday with a cake they baked with “Happy Birthday Elon” written in chocolate icing.
After six weeks, he got back on the bus and headed for Vancouver, another thousand miles away, to stay with his mother’s half-brother.
When he went to an employment office, he saw that most jobs paid $5 an hour.
But there was one that paid $18 an hour, cleaning out the boilers in the lumber mill.
This involved donning a hazmat suit and shimmying through a small tunnel that led to the chamber where the wood pulp was being boiled while shoveling out the lime that had caked on the walls.
“If the person at the end of the tunnel didn’t remove the goo fast enough, you would be trapped while sweating your guts out,” he recalls. “It was like a Dickensian steampunk nightmare filled with dark pipes and the sound of jackhammers.”

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Kind of love this $15 dress from the 70’s that I found out goodwill but all my friends hate it! Is it that bad? Need honest opinions.
I know my opinion is the only one that should matter, but I want to look beautiful on my wedding day! I also found a tag on this dress indicating that it was made by women in a women’s union in the U.S., and I feel like that special historical context may be clouding my judgement. I love the idea of the dress and how unique it is, but a few friends have said it looks “matronly.” It was only $15 so would love to hear from some unbiased girlies!
Credit - niamh Duncan

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@mao_0k The Anglican church and headscarves? Which country is this?
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Today is my dad’s 10-year remembrance, and in a very rushed decision I joined my family at the Anglican church ; only to realise I’d forgotten my headscarf.
Please tell me why an old woman followed me all the way from Church to Car Park just to say, “You should have covered your hair. {points to my brother} It’s only men who don’t have to, because they are like God”
Even in times of grief, I am not spared misogyny’s interruptions
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@anon_opin Buttered dry and topped with a judicious spread of Vegemite!
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