Excommunication and Heresy

After a short lived stint in the world of forced labor and incarceration in the name of religous zealotry, I am defrocked. Next time I get the bright idea to join a monastery three hundred miles from nowhere, someone please, please talk me out of it.

Just go,
"Hey, remember what happened last time?"

oh, yeah. hmmmph.

That's the way the cookie crumbles. . .


At least they gave me a tank of gas and two baskets full of fruit.
Now, I'm on the barter bonanza; see if I can turn them apples
into a few bottles of Napa valley wine. . .