ruveyn wrote:
I did a turd once that looked exactly like Jesus after He was taken down from the Cross. I did not inform anyone because I did not want superstitious Catholics coming to my bathroom, clicking their beads and praying in the direction of my toilet bowel.
ruveyn
I had a similar experience. After my first communion I felt an overwhelming sense of wrongness, and staggered out of the church. I fell to my knees and vomited up gallons of wine with chunks of bread in it. The resulting pool of vomit moved in such a way as to resemble a bearded, robed gentleman wielding a sword and riding a Harley from above the clouds, sweeping down to the earth below, where the pope was standing in full regalia.
The mysterious figure on the motorbike raised his sword aloft, and smote the pope a majestic blow which removed his head from his shoulders. He wiped his weapon on the pope's robe with an efficient 'swipe-flip-swipe', before riding off into the sunset.
At this point the heavens opened, and a short-lived but torrential rain washed away all evidence of the miracle I experienced. Nobody believes my tale, but I still follow its message to this day.