Somehow or rather, innocent talk about conversions and good christian boys started straying into baptismal fonts and then into far more dangerous territory - as we started comparing the relative merits of having sexy dark priests serve communion in wet white thongs - instead of the boring cassock. Although daughter of Christ, me faithfully decried such a scandalous notion, I found myself thinking otherwise. Surely handing out white thongs amongst the well-endowed amongst the budding "clergy" would help increase attendance by a thousand-fold - especially with those wicked unrepenting "sodomites" who'd no doubt be scrambling to be admitted into the House of God.
But deliver us from evil!
Puerile and dirrrty... I know. The blasphemous thoughts that get into my head when I'm struggling to keep awake at 3 in the morning and pretending to be sleep. Certainly idle mind, the Devil's workshop and all that.