Irreverence was my friend when I was a kid.

In what is supposed to be a serious situation, any thing opposite of serious was hilarious to me.

When the sacrament was being passed and some old dude would fart it would make my day. It would seriously help me endure the crazy long church meetings every freaking Sunday.

When we talked a kid into running up to the pulpit to burp in the microphone, it helped me find the fun in church.

In the middle of F&T meeting; when my friend said out load, "This sucks!' I had to bite my tongue to stop myself from laughing. We talked about it for years.

I used to think about it, "Why are things funnier in church, or school."

Irreverence was my friend. It helped me a lot. When church was finally over I felt such a relief, such a feeling of freedom.

Looking back now, I have always resented authority and constantly being told how to act and behave and what to think, and what to wear, and what not to wear, and what to listen to and what not to listen to. A straight forward attack on my individualism.

Irreverence (my friend) helped me to cope with the constant authoritarian indoctrination.

I love it!

I'm exactly the same way, and it served me well in my chosen profession before I went into the AF. My first station manager in NC called it "a razor wit without filter" and his son (and my on-air partner) said that I looked at life through "jaundice-colored glasses".

I guess I still do...

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Sometimes you need jaundice colored glasses in life.

Good one

I learned this from another kid. We would wait till the sacrament water was being passed and then poke holes in a lot of the cups with a pencil. The deacon was guaranteed to double over with laughter.

We called the bishop the "bellhop." The trick was to let stuffy priesthood types hear it and then deny it.

"Skating" in our socks on the smooth hall floors. Back then those floors were buffered and slick as ice.

Leave suggestive and "naughty" notes in hymn books.

Sneak out to the parking lot and change people's car radio presets. Those were mechanical back then, and the car didn't need to be running, just unlocked.

Stop up the drains in the bathroom sinks and leave the water running.

Sneak into empty classrooms and write rude things on the chalkboards.

I guess fun is where you find it.

When I started laughing my ass off and had to cover it with a few fake coughs.

My brother next to me says what's so funny? I tell him to look over at the really fat dude in his green apron and ask him if he looks like an elephant with a green post it note stuck to his ass? We both laughed quietly.

I was already so overwhelmed at the rampant weirdness, when we had been told, of course, that it was so "spiritchal."

Your remark would have sent me into such fits of laughter that I would have been escorted out. As it was, I almost fell out of my chair!

Thanks for the giggle!

I have to agree with the general premise; if you didn't see the humor in Mormonism, (and there was plenty) you either drowned in it or laughed your way out.

In deacons class (whatever you call it) a kid was having a quiet little argument/fight with another kid in class, but then he got called on to say the closing prayer.

"Heavenly Father, thank you for our blessings, we thank you for the lesson today, please bless us, and please bless that Jeff won't be a dick. In the name of Jesus Christ, Amen"

I laughed my ass off. . . . Church was great that day!

My buddy would read the sacrament pray in a voice life "Bill n Ted's Excellent Adventure."

Oh Gawd! WE ahssk thee.... and so on. . . Very funny. You could see all the ward members with irritated looks on their faces.

I always had fun reading the hymn titles followed with "under the covers".

My favorites are:
Shall the Youth of Zion Falter
Come, Come, ye Saints.

I told my finace about that a couple months ago when we were singing "We Come with Joy" at Lutheran services.

At the MTC, I learned to add "...in the bathtub" to the hymn titles.

Yeah, "..in the bath tub" was one of my all time favorites. Caused many giggle fits in church!

Yup, me too. Always had to see how much I could get away with, in Sunday School (skipping it altogether and heading for the convenience store for junk food and Cokes, and/or smokin' the tires off Dad's new Olds, on fast Sunday, pigging out on sacrament bread while we were breaking it into the trays,etc.), Ricks (drinking beer, smoking, skipping church and Old Testament class)....and the list goes on....after Ricks, church was old news so I quit going.

Ron Burr



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