Hundreds and thousands of young nubile Catholics have sprinkled themselves all over this fair city of ours. Sydney is crawling with pilgrims, pilgrim. The world's Catholic youth (or a percentage thereof) are here to celebrate World [Catholic] Youth Day, to experience the fellowship and put their abstinence vows to the test.
Thankfully I don't have to head into the city at the moment, because public transport is apparently pushed to capacity, and the city centre streets have been cleared of the heathen, the inherantly fabulous and the cars in preparation for the processional passing of Il Papa. Meanwhile, huge drifts of said nubile pilgrims are washing up in my neighbourhood of Newtown looking for the hipster Inner West experience. Actually they're kind of sweet, but I'm not sure my 'hood has heard the words awesome and dude so many times before.
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PS Not sure you realize, but as part of the gay agenda, we're not letting them back here until after the November elections. Enjoy!
Ack! More pilgrim dodging for a while then!
Shouldn't you be out there "converting" them?
Converting, or as I like to think of it 'missionary work'. That would be awesome! Dude!
I live a few blocks away from a Catholic school that is hosting many many many youths. Have had to fight my way through their massed chirpiness just to get to my morning coffee. So wrong. At least they haven't started singing on my street--yet.
I had to go into the city on so called Super Thursday and felt like an extra in The Singing Nun on the train trip home such was the singing and chanting happening in the carriage.
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