I suppose it was inevitable, with the popularity of Stuff White People Like, that someone would start up a website devoted to Stuff Catholics Like.
Oh, this is good cheese, O Reader.
I. Rome
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1) Go to a Papal audience and get stuff blessed. If you let your friends know about your trip in advance you will find yourself needing an extra suitcase to carry all the rosaries and medals that they want you to get blessed by the Pope. Extra points if you can get past the ninja nuns and actually shake the Pope's hand.
2) Visit St. Peter's and stay for Mass. How could you possibly go to Rome and not see St. Peter's?
3) Stick your hand in the Mouth of Truth and scream. This isn't really a Catholic thing but Gregory Peck might have been Catholic so it counts.
4) Go to the bone church. This isn't something everyone does but you get a lot of mileage out of the stories you can tell.
5) Visit the Vatican Museums. Every. Last. Room.
6) Visit one of the catacombs. Ask if it's where they filmed the Indiana Jones movie.
7) Stop by the Opus Dei headquarters and ask to see the albino monk.
8 ) Throw coins in the Trevi Fountain. See number 3.
9) Visit the church of San Clemente and ask to see the basement.
10) Get your picture taken with a Swiss Guard. Extra points if he cuts off your head with his hauberk. Maybe they'll stick it in a box like the Church did with St. Catherine's.
VI. Babies
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However, if a Catholic family has 5, 6, 7 or more babies, it is seen as a crime against nature and a sin against humanity. In fact, countless Catholic mothers, who have 5 or more babies, have often received flabbergasted looks after having responded "yes" to the question "Are all these yours?" This encounter normally occurs in public places such as supermarkets, department stores, malls, or any other place that makes it difficult for the mother to keep track of every behavioral happening of her babies. The question "Are all these yours?" commonly follows when another person sees a Catholic mother who, with two shopping carts spilling over with groceries, without makeup on, and hair is tied in a pony tail, has one baby in her arms, another in the shopping cart, a third gripped tightly in one hand, the fourth baby clinging dearly to his mother's dress, while the fifth baby has just knocked an entire shelf of canned peas onto the floor, which by chance startled the baby in the mother's arms causing him or her to wail like a banshee. She will unjustly be labeled a 'bad mother' by outsiders for not having the grace of being born with 5 arms.
Some good stuff at the site — who says there is no humour in Catholicism? Go thou and read it all!
Update: I might have suspected that the Curt Jester had something to do with this.