Note: The title is from Firesign Theatre's 1972 album, I Think We're All Bozos On This Bus. It's sad news that founding member Peter Bergman died March 9, 2012. I love the description of Firesign as "four friends talking."
I really, really don't want to live with a flail arm, in addition to existing with lecherous legs. Oh, okay, so "lecherous legs" makes no sense, at least not in this context. Would you like to pass some time imagining the context for which "lecherous legs" would be the mots justes?
Sister Slobodan, a plump and saintly nun, whose family, friends, and colleagues all deem destined for beatification, is too ashamed to acknowledge to good Father McConaughey-Coughlin ("Irish"), her confessor, the sin of her lecherous legs. Never completely sure whether the sins of her legs constituted mortal sins or just venial ones, she put her faith in the chapter chapbook, The Big Book of Rites, which required only the confession of mortal sin -- those thoughts, words, and actions performed with the consent of the will, and after reflection. "Kind of like what makes the difference between first-degree murder and manslaughter," thought Sister Slobodan, somewhat soothed.