
Growing Up Catholic In The 1960’s
Going to a Catholic school in the 1960’s was hell. The nuns were vicious and without mercy. I knew my mission in life the day after I pulled Sister Ann Teresa’s habit off her head. I had to know what secret treasures lay hidden there. The Grassy Knoll Institute conspiracy began.
Growing Up Catholic Archives
Anatomy Of A Catholic Mass 08/19/2008
My First Holy Communion 07/14/2008
Nuns On The Run 05/27/2008
My First Confession 04/13/2008
Sexy Nun Punishment 03/04/2008
Catholic School Uniforms 12/23/2007
What Lies Beneath A Nuns Robe 12/13/2007
Nuns Plotting My Eternal Damnation 11/23/2007
Annual Catholic Spelling Bee 11/17/2007
A Gaggle Of Nuns 11/13/2007
A Question About Noah 11/11/2007
Dare To Dream 11/05/2007
My Catholic Permanent Record 11/03/2007
4th Grade Class Picture - 1969-1970 11/01/2007
Pre-Cana Marriage Classes 11/01/2007
Sexiest Catholic Nun Ever 10/28/2007
Confetti Bandit Strikes Again 10/22/2007
Managing Venial And Mortal Sins 10/19/2007
All Catholics Are Right Handed 10/14/2007
Flute-O-Phone Concert 10/13/2007
The Holy Trinity 10/12/2007
Altar Boys Secret Society 10/11/2007
God Is All Powerful 10/10/2007
Adam And Eve 10/08/2007
The Catholic Nun Habit 10/07/2007
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April 11, 2008 at 10:42 pm
Holly sheep sh_t, Your descriptionof the terrorists with bad habits in Habits had me roaring. I survived Catholic School (Barely) as well. Actually my crowing achievement was being expelled after severly injuring a Nun’s knuckles with my face as she was correcting my understanding of mathematics homework. I wouldn’t say she was one of Torquemada’s favored inquisitors so much as she instructed the inquisitors directly. Yeah Sister Bloody Knuckles was viscous, but still public school proved safer to my physical well being; Don’t know about my soul’s but thats another subject. Bwahahahaha
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