Forgive me Father for I have sinned. It has been one week since my last confession.
Last week, at HEB, I went into a bathroom stall where I quietly unrolled the toilet paper. With black-tipped marker, every couple of feet, I wrote: “Help! I am being held hostage in the toilet paper factory!” Then rolled it back and returned it to its place.
I will now go say five Hail Mary’s.