"And now, we take a few precious moments from our busy broadcast schedule to offer the daily "Moment Of Reflection." Here"s Father Sean O"Riley, with today"s words of insight and inspiration."
"Hello, friends, "Perhaps you, like I, have had the experience of sitting on a park bench on a warm summer"s day. And as you sat, you, like I have, noticed the beauty of the blossoming flowers, calling out to the bees with their fragrant - nearly erotic - scents as they stood like rows of elegantly glad maidens awaiting relief from the deep torment of unreleased sexual potential. And as you watched, you saw a honey bee float gently down to dip its firm, protruding extension deep into the enticing, fragrant, moist and sensuous, gaping orifice of the bloom. And you may - just as I did - observe as the bee drew the life-giving nectar from the sweet, sensuous, enticing lips and lady-like chasm of the taunting blossom. "And as you watched, you saw the bee"s extended phallus become ever more firm, ever more erect, ever more forceful as he pressed forward with his manhood, moving with the pulsating rhythms of uncontrolled desire. Deeper and deeper; harder and harder; faster and faster; the bee made penetration. The submissive orifice was now moist with the flow of female yearnings. Her lips contracted as if to enshroud the phallus with her very soul and to absorb its hot and manly juices from the core of its fertile testicular foundation. "And then, the hard and round extension lunged forward, thrusting full depth into her vibrating, pulsating, moist, fragrant womanhood. And with a fiery jolt of painful pleasure, it was done. "Well, that"s our lesson for this day. Be sure to join me tomorrow when we will consider the wondrous beauty of female cats as they mat the fur between their beckoning, feminine, sensuous, out-stretched lower legs. "Go Notre Dame Irish! And Amen!"