All. The. Motherfucking. Time.
...and I was raised Catholic - key word "was" . I'm impervious to guilt.
Thank you...4, count 'em, FOUR Sicilian women raised me, and they were devout church going participants, like 3 or 4 times a week to church. All I had was being bad. I can't even begin to count the number of hot wheels tracks I've been beaten with! My mother was the least Catholic, but my Aunts, her younger sisters all were, and they had a hand in my upbringing. But I'll tell you this...no matter what vile filth comes out of my mouth, I never take the lords name in vain.