Once upon a time, there was a quiet catholicneighborhood where holy days of obligation were kept amongst all the inhabitants, Friday fasts were observed and all went to church on Sunday. Then the day came when a Protestant moved into the neighborhood. According to the teachings of the Lord Christ, it was appropriate to be cordial and welcome the Protestant to the neighborhood. And so they did. All was well until the first fateful Friday rolled around. Throughout the neighborhood, the scent of sizzling sirloin could be scented. The chagrinned inhabitants followed their noses to the place of origin which, to no one's great surprise but to their great dismay, the Protestant was barbequeing a thick....thick...thick...juicy....purloined sirloin. The Protestant grinned a Cheshire Cat grin and invited them in. It was a thick....thick...thick steak; enough to feed the masses massing in the yard. The Catholics informed the Protestant that they could not accept the most generous offer and explained why, revealing some of their most secret doctrine and ultimately, convinced the Protestant to investigate their side of the fence further, therefore; the Protestant went through the proper channels to convert to Catholicism.(you see, they could not eat red meat on Friday and if they did God, who loves with an everlasting love, would send them straight to hell, which is a place where they would be barbequed) The inhabitants of the
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