One of my many worries is that some morning I will wake up with the urge to build a rosary of bowling balls in my front yard.
Laugh, clowns, it happened to a guy in Tennessee. Thirty-three AMF Black Beauties. Drilled. Seventy-pound-test dog chain between them.
“Jesus Christ,” said his neighbors. Exactly the reaction he was seeking. They’re lucky he didn’t do the gasoline stations of the cross. [Source]
Well that is one way to both slow down praying the rosary and to build forearm strength at the same time. Though if he drops a bead I hope he says "Hail Mary" instead of something else.