"Are you ready for your blessing?" the Bishop of Sillyham asked.
"Sure, whatever," Beckham replied.
"First, let's say a little prayer," the Bishop of Sillyham put on his bishop's mitre, "Our Transgendered Parent who hangs out up above, many are your labels, your Queendom come, your coming out parade be on Earth as it is in Heaven, give us this day our daily Oprah, give us our antidepressants even as we give psychoanalysis to those who have offended against us, and lead us not into the closet but deliver us from homophobes for thine is the Queendom and the Ecstasy and the Orgasm forever and ever. Aperson."
"Now I know why I've stopped attending church," Beckham said under his breath.
The captain of the 2006 England World Cup Football team picked up a football and kicked it in the direction of the bishop's nuts.
"Owww," the bishop screamed in a rather high-pitched voice.
"I thought the bishop was going to give us his blessing?" one of the players asked.
"He's giving us something," the team coach noted as he noticed the bishop raising his middle finger in the team's direction.
The End.
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