A Brief Interlude

I went to a Catholic Church two weekends ago, and I was helping take down the altar (long story - the mass was in a gym, it was an informal mass) and I walked into the prep area (where the Priests change, yeah, that area aka the Molestus Alterboyus Muchus area) and there was a big jug of wine.

Now, this blew my mind for one reason. Once, in first grade, I was told that the nuns make the wine. I never really doubted it, since they all wore those rediculous shoes and black tights, I figured that was because at night they were stomping grapes to make the Blood of Christ for the next Sunday and their legs and feet were all stained. (I am resisting the urge to call it Jesus Juice...I am resisting the urge to call it Jesus Juice).

I guess I never thought about it, but I will be darned if that didn't BLOW MY MIND. I was cursing myself for not having a camera to take a picture of this in the event someone somehow doubted me.

Then I remembered that I am the most gullable person alive, and everyone else probably knew that the Catholic Church buys $4 jugs of wine, and that the nuns don't make it.