This morning I woke up from a dream in which I was talking with someone in a church. It was Easter mass and this lady says to me, "It was around Easter as a kid when a priest tried to touch me inappropriately, so I twisted his arm and flipped him over my shoulder."
My response seemed rather like a Far Side cartoon. "So, which station of the cross was it where Jesus taught Jujitsu?"
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