Pride. The others I can keep under control. But my vanity has been my most faithful companion.
The above from Nym, of course, was my post. Even at someone else’s house, I expect all of the profile settings to be mine.
The only legimate use for golf courses is sneaking in late on Dec. 24th to chop down a contraband Christmas tree.
Golf is a maddening non-sport that manages to mix perfectly good sins and make them boring. Think about it: pride, envy, sloth (motorized carts?!) and lust. Grrrr.
My sin? (Not the perfume. The only sin is wearing it; the stuff smells like Eau de Bangkok Cathouse.)
Sloth. Sloth has gotten an undeservedly bad rep. Slothful folks don’t start wars, pitch hissy fits over politics, religion, etc, chase other people’s spouses, etc. Don’t achieve much either but very inoffensive in a blobbish way.
Blinking in the sunshine and yawning,
Veb
Gluttony- check
Avarice- yup
Sloth- <looking around> popcorn, past and a well used couch… unh-huh
Lust- Nope, never
Pride- I’m proud of this one.
Wrath- Screw you, I’ll enjoy whatever I want!
Envy- This one is actually the only one I can say, seriously, NO, to. The bonus of price, averice and gluttony is that I do what I want and want for very little.
Heh. The two I experience most often on the course are envy (how does Tiger do that?) and wrath (plop Goddam it! plop Goddam it!).
Lust on the course is for teenagers. I think more people have lost their virginity on a 16th green somewhere than in all the cars of the world.
I would have to say that pride interests me the most. I enjoy watching people who are proud and have nothing to be proud about. Hey, it beats watching the cows graze.
Yet I have enough energy after leaving the bars early (they close at 4 here), to correct my fuck-up!
Man, the lust was in overdrive tonight. I would like to connonize whome ever invented those strappy backed blouses women wear along with the “ass-pants.” You know what I’m talking about, those wonderful black pants women are wearing these days that just hug the ass so terrificly…<sigh>
Kee-ryst! Make that “I would like to cannonize whom ever invented those strappy backed blouses”
All the other typos are just drunken babbling, so read through, thanks.
Do I even have to say it?
Lust!
Although i have partook in gluttenous lust as well…you know as in:
More More MORE! Don’t you DARE stop now! Deeper,harder,keep licking there with MORE pressure!
::goes to take cold shower since it’s too early to call the fuckbuddy::
Gluttony.
When I first found out about roman vomitoriums, I thought, “That’s a really good idea…”. Think about it: How great would it be to just continually gorge yourself on your favorite foods for hours and hours? I’m salivating just imagining it.
Right author, wrong book. When I get angry with someone, it’s more like “Carrie.” Get me mad, and you will need a doctor for some bizarre accident or medical problem, and I am not joking. People who piss me off have had everything from broken hips to hemmoroid operations within the week!
Well, still, very fun.
Come on where are all you envy-lovers? Those who like to covet others? We’ve had gluttons, and sloths, and lust-lovers, and those who adore pride, as well as a few wraths.
You’re out there, aren’t you? Well stop lurking and post, damnit. Everyone’s jealous sometimes. Except me, as I’m too proud. (Kidding, kidding…)
Check out http://www.dumbentia.com/body_sins.html
It’s a parody of those annoying office motivational posters, based on the seven deadly sins.