So, Ed, somewhere in the late 1990s, it became a joke in the circles I moved in, to say, “I swear on the holy balls of St. Christopher…”
I’m sad to say I found that hilarious and laughed a lot. I’m sure the saint himself didn’t mind, but now that I respect male sexuality, all jokes aside, my soul doesn’t like joking about sacred things.
That’s also why I no longer laugh at or tolerate jokes about the body parts, let alone the sexual organs.
That’s why I’m so sorry about that joke about St. Christopher’s testicles.
This came up because I saw on Instagram to my shock the other day, that St. Christopher was actually a “Dog Man”.

He actually literally was that race of beings now wiped out from public memory.
Apparently, what was once everyday reality, got turned into the myth of the “WEREWOLF”. (Think Twilight movies etc.)
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