It's our old friend, Bishop Burke. And there's plenty more where this came from thanks to Whiteycat.
There's an extra ten days off purgatory for the first person to mention haemorrhoids.
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CAPTION COMPETITION — 18 Comments
Nice hat.
I don’t think it’s a hat. I think a giant sheep tick is eating his head.
Oh, my! What an awful moment for that dose of Ex-Lax to kick in!
The old woman in the front row thought the bishop constipated. Little did she know that even with two Tucks medicated pads clenched between his cheeks, Burke’s hemorrhoids were still aflame and itching like crazy.
Merciful heavens! I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone look so miserable!
The altar boys look nervous.
There are medications for this kind of distress.
Mummified metropolitan meticulously mounted.
Where’s his assistant, Fr. Hare?
Well, we could all hope, M.P. (Gasp! Did I actually say that?)
Server 1: “The whoopee cushion gag was a great one”
Server 2: “I didn’t put one on his chair.”
Server 3: “That’s another fine mess he’s gotten into.”
A little hemorrhoid cream, and that swelling on top of his head will be gone in no time.
I think a giant sheep tick is eating his head.¨ Mad Priest
That´s the funniest line I´ve heard for weeks!
Thanks
Ha! I’m glad I’m not the only one with a really sick sense of humour around here, Leonardo.
Alison FTW. {Ew.}
Put the kettle on; mother’s feeling just a tad bit cranky.
He looks a pint short on embalming fluid.
“Oh God! I’m starting to crown!” thought the desperate weak sphinctered bishop.
Nice hat.
I don’t think it’s a hat. I think a giant sheep tick is eating his head.
Oh, my! What an awful moment for that dose of Ex-Lax to kick in!
The old woman in the front row thought the bishop constipated. Little did she know that even with two Tucks medicated pads clenched between his cheeks, Burke’s hemorrhoids were still aflame and itching like crazy.
Merciful heavens! I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone look so miserable!
The altar boys look nervous.
There are medications for this kind of distress.
Mummified metropolitan meticulously mounted.
Where’s his assistant, Fr. Hare?
Well, we could all hope, M.P. (Gasp! Did I actually say that?)
Server 1: “The whoopee cushion gag was a great one”
Server 2: “I didn’t put one on his chair.”
Server 3: “That’s another fine mess he’s gotten into.”
A little hemorrhoid cream, and that swelling on top of his head will be gone in no time.
I think a giant sheep tick is eating his head.¨ Mad Priest
That´s the funniest line I´ve heard for weeks!
Thanks
Ha! I’m glad I’m not the only one with a really sick sense of humour around here, Leonardo.
Alison FTW. {Ew.}
Put the kettle on; mother’s feeling just a tad bit cranky.
He looks a pint short on embalming fluid.
“Oh God! I’m starting to crown!” thought the desperate weak sphinctered bishop.