I was doing my usual workout routine last night (preacher curl for my biceps) and caught sight of the priest on a treadmill. Remember him? This was the guy that gave me the Virgin Mary keepsake to wear around my neck that ended up in my mother's hands. Nice guy and it's always nice to see a priest sporting an enormous tattoo on his left shoulder.

Well, I was just antsy to ask the priest if he had seen Mel Gibson's movie, The Passion. You see, this huge debate has been started in my town to which people are either for or against this movie namely that Jesus was killed by Jews, etc. There are so many debates that center on the violence as well that has some of our theaters being made as headquarters for people to tell movie goers that what they saw in The Passion was completely untrue. Sad. Let people decide on what they hear/see.

Well, I was completely shocked to hear this priest tell me that he absolutely loved The Passion!!! I expected him to lash out about how violent or whether the facts were more towards what Mel Gibson thought. Nope. This priest insisted I see this movie since it was so true.

"What about the violence in which we see skin taken off during the scouraging at the pillar?"

The priest agreed with me that the violence was needed to show what was actually done. It's not for the weak of heart, namely many that went and soon complained. I'm so happy that Mel didn't water it down to only show a few lashes and such since any kind of torture, such as this, is completely made to show how terrible it was. Crucifixion was never a joke.

Now, we all know I am not much of a bible reader thanks to my times dealing with evil nuns and finding too many untruths. I'm one that thinks the Apostles really found some good "green stuff" and came up with a great story involving kings, lions, and more violence than anyone is daring enough to admit. Believe what you want but don't force me to, okay? All of that doesn't make me NOT want to see The Passion. I'm now really, really wanting to see it along with Dawn Of the Dead.

Last night in the gym was one of the most fun I've ever had! One of the guys in the gym benched 505 pounds. Since Will may or may not have been able to spot the guy, I was called in to stand at the sides to make sure the weight got put back into place. A guy being beheaded by that amount of weight is a slight possibility so bench pressing is dangerous at times. There is no way I would ever be able to handle that kind of weight, folks. Ever.

Ah, the flirting of Nat, a past co-worker, is so nice on the old ego of mine. It makes my heart all gooey as she smiles, waves, and makes faces at me as I work out. I told J about this and I've got this feeling that she likes having a boyfriend that others want but can't have.

Speaking of my girlfriend, she's safe and sound down south enjoying Spring Break. From the looks of her 2 emails sent to me, I am sorely missed while she lays in the sun. I'm gonna look like Casper the Friendly Ghost compared to her!

Of course, I miss J quite a bit since she said I sound so "girly" in my emails towards her. Let's just say that I am not the one wearing the pants in this relationship.

I must admit that my ever increasing desire for sex is on the overdrive stage. Gawd, I miss J's juices and my penis is dying to be back within her body to soothe her needs even more. The scents of her are slowly receding from my bed.

I've found myself wondering what is going to happen once J comes back. Will she run up the stairs to my room and signal me to throw her on my bed? If you've ever had really passionate sex, then you know where I am coming from on this. The kiss is deep along with my wandering fingers fiddling with and wandering into those pink parts down there. Is it any wonder why J loves to watch me lick her dripping juices off my fingers?

I'm getting unintentional giggles over these ridiculous erectile ads on TV. You see all these old guys/mailmen/white color types coming out of their houses after using Viagra or some new drug to help their "wet noodles" suddenly turn into angry throbbing penises. They must be having mad passionate sex. At least they think they are because we don't see the wives/girlfriends/mistresses laying on the bed still unsatisfied as these idiots go running down the street. Just a thought, folks.

One erectile ad that irritates me is the one where a guy throws a football through a tire. Is this tire supposed to symolize a "hole" of some type? Hmmmm, just what type of hole can this be? I'm curious if any women find this degrading to see the possibility of their vaginas being seen as this. Even my mom laughed at this commercial that was seen so many times during the Super Bowl, now known as Boobgate.

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