I never married, but that’s a sacrifice I could never have made, all that going through the motions would have made me sick (no criticism to you, it’s just me). I also don’t pretend to still be Catholic when I attend mass occasionally, I don’t sing, pray or kneel. I’m respectful though, while I often want to call out the drivel that’s presented in the sermon.
I was raised Catholic but stopped actively participating while I was in college (which was interesting because I was attending a Catholic college). This was never an issue with the rest of my family,most of whom weren’t that religious anyway, so I respect their participation just as they respect my lack of same. Outside of my wedding, the closest I came to acknowledging services was doing a reading at my mother’s funeral mass, This was only three years after my wedding, and I did have trouble getting through it without crying because I knew it would have meant a lot to her.
Atheist friend of mine related this from his mother, who still lives in England.
Of couse our religion is Church of England. What do you mean why don’t we go to church then?
I do not like pickles. Pickles on chicken? Shudder
I’ve also been boycotting Chick-fil-A, where I never ate anyway, and I’ve switched from Yuengling to Bud Lite, but it’s okay because I never drink beer.
Not pickles on chicken. The chicken is brined in pickle juice before being breaded and fried.
I like it, some people don’t.
Also, I love eating pickles on their own but hate pickles on or in anything. Just a quirk of mine.
(So if a sandwich comes with pickles, I pick them off and eat them alone, then eat the sandwich. I detest relish.)
Bleh, I make pickles for my husband. I detest anything pickled or flavored with dill. Ack. But then again I’m a fussy brat, so there is that.
So, how do you find the taste of Bud Lite?
The dung is better.
But then he waits on his food anyway. I guess being hungry overrode his principles.
Heh, I went to Catholic school (got an A in Catholic communicants class*), and was baptized Presbyterian. Neither took, and I was firm in my atheism a year later.
Married in my backyard by my cousin, a Methodist minister, to please my parents. We still had to avoid telling my cousin my girlfriend and I been living together for months.
But I’ll consume any Chick-fil-a sandwich you put in front of me. Pickles? Ehh, put them in the foil bag or throw them out the window. I like the vinegar flavor they leave on the bun, though.
*And I look that word up to make sure it’s not possessive, and I find out the first few Google hits describe it as a Presbyterian thing. I new I was basically simultaneously taking two versions of the same class, but the Presbyterians I was involved with didn’t call it that. Those sneaky bastards.
The joke I was attempting was that Dung_Beetle said they never drink beer. My question was meant to imply Bud Lite (well, Bud of any style) is not beer.
To be technical, Bud Lite is beer in every sense. It just doesn’t taste like it. In fact, it doesn’t taste like anything that should be put in the human digestive tract.
I just pop open the top and there it is. Actually, like D_B, I don’t drink beer.
My wife’s cousin’s husband officiated at the weddings of my two married sons. He’s some form of Baptist minister (he does insurance adjusting as his money making job). Both couples were cohabitating, I think his theory was to get them married off and out of a state of sin.
Assuming my third son’s boyfriend decides to make an honest man out of him, I guessing that a gay marriage may be a bridge too far, however.
Hey, only one way to find out. Who knows? Maybe they’re ready for some rebellion.
But yeah, there are easier ways to get married.
With luck, I’ll never find out. 
A priest (Father Bud), a rabbi named Yuengling, and Pastor Guinness walk into a bar.
The priest orders a Bud Light, the rabbi a Yuengling, and the minister says “Guess I’ll have a Coke.”
The other two were surprised “We thought you’d order a Guinness.”
“Well, I figured since you two weren’t having beer, I wouldn’t either.”
One of Neil Gaiman’s characters in Good Omens avoided going to the Church of England, and wouldn’t dream of avoiding going to any other church.
Honestly, I think the most relevant snip is “it doesn’t taste like anything.”
Bud Light isn’t bad. It can’t be. It’s had so many qualities engineered out of it that qualifiers like ‘good’ and ‘bad’ are much too decisive. You can only use words like “inoffensive” and “consistent” and “no thanks I don’t quite see the point.”
It’s perfectly representative of a very specific style of low-flavor low-impact lager. There’s something vaguely admirable about it, and I’d rather drink one than any number of overhopped trendy brews (though given the choice between just those options I’d probably stick with water).
Anyway, regarding the chicken, I actually have some gift cards I’ve been meaning to use. I also haven’t ever had one of their sandwiches and have no intention of giving them money, but I’m of the opinion that it’s better to use a gift card than not. They’ve already gotten paid, might as well reduce the profit margin.
I’ll report back whenever I get around to finally eating there.