The Church of the Little Weird Cowboy The Confessional The true spiritual headquarters of the Internet... As the self appointed (well almost self appointed, I was spirited and made to speak in tongues) spiritual advisor of Magic Online, Father Mose, a fully ordained (currently lapsed) member of the "Church of The Little Weird Cowboy" officially wants to welcome all lost souls to The Confessional. For a more exotic take on original (or at least inventive) sin, visit our co-founder, Archbishop Snake, currently in the Asian missionary position. Men in need of direction (It's the last door on the right - put down the seat after you're finished!) and women in need of guidance are welcome to: a/ Enter The Confessional b/ Kneel down c/ Insert VISA Card (only kidding!!!) indulgences are free... (Well not really. We'll set up pre-authorized payments!) d/ Wait for the sliding door behind the blue plastic sheet to open e/ Upon hearing, "Yes, my son..." or if you're wearing something in a nice A-Line frock, "Yes, my daughter..." you may begin to ask the assistance of Old Father Mose. As a Man of the Cloth, well actually as a man of silk, leather, vinyl and the occasional latex soutain, I am here to help, offer instruction, listen and generally provide guidance to help the lost souls, troubled travelers (those that rent from Budget or travel the Spadina Line) and help in any way I can. Oh!!!! And, If I have trouble with a certain problem, or if there is an issue that Father Mose finds, well too hard, "Sneakers" my trusty Altar Boy designate is always at hand to assist and offer his youthful insight into the trials and tribulation here in Cyber-vagrant-congregation land. He says..."Hi!" BTW.... Yeah, yeah, "Hi back!!" Right then....on with the show. Bring on the next sinner! Father Mose  This way to the "CONFESS-O-MATIC"      CONFESS-O-MATIC Soul-counter!

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