Admitting to Many Things

I once had Whale Sushi. It was in a charming, overpriced tavern, in a charming, overpriced country called Iceland.

What I plan on doing is telling the priest about it in my next confession, just to see if he gives me 3 extra Hail Marys of that politically incorrect sin.

Or maybe just to see if I get a rise out of him.



No, it does NOT taste like chicken.