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Edgar went to early mass every Sunday. He tried to go daily, but sometimes it was not possible, or, at least, not logistically feasible. Still, he never missed Sunday. Or Wednesday. His mid week ritual included staying in church after mass to say the rosary.

Father Ralph came to notice Edgar's alliterally literally religious routine. After each Wednesday mass, as Father Ralph retreated from the altar, he would acknowledge Edgar's devotion with a wan smile and the slightest nod of his head. He would often linger briefly in the back of the church, basking in the comfort of Edgar's faith. God is good.



One Wednesday, Edgar sat in the same general area he typically always sat in for mass, but at the end of mass, untypically,he got up to leave without saying the rosary. His typical serene smle was replaced by an untypical mild grimace.


Noticing this unusual turn of events, Father Ralph approached .
"Is everything all right, Edgar," he said. "I see your not stayng to say the rosary."


Slightly startled, Edgar responded, "Toothache, Father; I'm going to the dentist. I'll be back tomorrow to say the rosary and try to fill the gaping hole that is my soul."

"Fine," said Father Ralph. "I'm going to be a Monsignor someday. And, me brother is a horses arse."



Heh, heh, heh.

Pop, The Cryptic Comic

Many year's ago, Freddy started going to a local pub every Saturday afternoon.

"I'll have a draft and a pickle," he said.

As Nick, the bartender, professionally poured his beer, he responded "sorry, we don't have any pickles. Here's your beer."

Freddy accepted the beer, and the disappointment of not getting a pickle. He drank his beer,had another, paid his tab, and was on his way.

This Saturday afternoon ritual went on for several years.

"I'll have a draft and a pickle," Freddy said.

"Sorry, we don't have any pickles," Nick said. "Here's your beer.

Freddy drank his beer, had another, paid his tab, and was on his way.

Then, one Saturday afternoon, Freddy saw a sign in the Pub window; "Free buffet."

Excitedly, he entered the Pub. Nick was waiting for him, equally excited.

"After all these years," exclaimed Nick, " it occurred to me that I should do something nice for my loyal patrons. Look, cold cuts and condiments, including pickles."

So Freddy made himself a sandwich, drank his 2 beers, and had a pickle.

"That was great, Nick," he said. Do you have any pie?"

"Sorry," Nick said, "we don't have any pie."

(heh,heh,heh.)

I'm Pop, the Cryptic Comic.