Manuterge
Manuterge is the name given by the Roman Catholic Church to the towel used by the priest when engaged liturgically.
Description
There are two kinds of manuterges. One serves the needs of the sacristy. The priest uses this at the washing of hands before mass, before distributing Communion outside of Mass, and before administering baptism. It can also be used for drying the hands after they have been washed on occasions not prescribed by the rubrics, but still customary after Mass. There are no prescriptions as to material and form for the towel used in the sacristy. It is usual to have it hanging over a roller, the two ends being sewn together so as to make it into a circular band. The custom of washing the hands before Mass may date from the early days of Christianity as the ceremony is expressly mentioned in the sacramentaries of the ninth and tenth centuries.
The other manuterge is used in the Mass for drying both the hands at the Lavabo, an action performed by the priest after the Offertory as he recites the psalm, "Lavabo", and also by the bishop before the Offertory and after the Communion. It is kept on the credence table with the finger-bowl and cruets. There are no ecclesiastical regulations regarding the form and material of this manuterge. The towel, which is used after the Offertory during the recital of the psalm "Lavabo", is usually small (18 in. by 14 in.), only the points of the thumb and two fingers, and not the whole hand, being usually washed. It usually has lace or embroidery at the ends.
Podcasts:
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by Big Ed
My Entourage
by: Big EdNigga, and we don't give a f**k
If you don't give a f**k
Then we don't give a f**k
If you don't give a f**k
Then we don't give a f**k
You got a problem with us
We'll shoot this bitch up
Chorus
[big ed, silk]
My entourage be some souldiers
Fool I thought I told ya
Nigga we bust at the rollers
And knock your head up off your shoulders
Cause you don't want to see us
Cause if you do
Glock cocked with ski masks nigga
A bunch of killers with tattoos
[silk]
Ahhhh atten hut
About face to his head
Nigga in charge
Label full of killas and drug dealas
Convicted thug niggas and tank doggs
How you like me now bitch
Got to run it with a whole gang of hard hittas
Ya'll have to check us or respect us like
Motherf**kin guard sentence
Better duck when I bust you
Ya killed numb
I'm in a rush so don't touch me
Sayin f**k y'all feel it
Blowin out the past though
But I be playin you assholes
Startin wars like castro
Enemies casket close ask my foes
Look knock em down like back door to the end
Like I'm ten fold
Never go to war with us niggas
Unless you can last hoe
Look I stay muggin therefore I stay thuggin
Look f**k who you with I lose you bitch
You mean nothing to me like my f**kin play cousins
Now we heartless sleep in the dark
Cause you don't want to start shit
Told you I'm a soldier bitch
I come to get you if I'm mobile like I was cordless
Like a phone let it be known
I'm from the land of the trigga slangers
Nigga bangers
That's why in the morning
I sign nothing with my trigga finger
So don't test me
Chorus x2
[big ed]
Now if you see me
Ski mask glock cocked
17 shots hit your whole block
Oh you're not when your ladies panties drop at the hotel spot
Lock now load tank doggs explode
See the whites of their eyes unload
For the automatics empty magazines, then reload
Nigga what, nigga wet who them bustas be with
I got a 120 round clip for situations like this
I'm makin gangstas move wearin gangsta shoes
My entourage is bout it bout it makin gangstas groove
Silkk the shock what's that on your stomach
(silk) that's my tru tattoo
Well I'll be God damned nigga
Cause I got that on my stomach too
No limit soldier, military steppin
Cock back your weapons
Glocks, hechler kochs, sig sauers, rugers, and smith & wessons
Big ed be the captain of this army who pops
Me and another killer fuse here
So you really didn't harm me
Murderous onslaught, my entourage keeps blastin
Nigga the only way you can see me is inside the outcome
Assassin
Chorus x2
[mystikal]
Fool if I aimin at your motherf**kin head
Bitch I ain't gonna miss you but your people gonna miss ya
My heart colder than the air conditioner
They breakin and duckin and dodgin to get out the way
From the f**k of my picture
It just a ridiculous
I'm prove it to you
If it's cool, then it's cool
If I say move, then you better move
I done told you we no limit soldiers we ballers we on a mission
Now can't nobody hold us we outta control on you bitches
That's what we remainin
Maintainin, y'all ain't hangin
From what we brangin
We put that jock in the knock and it's bangin and sangin
I know what you thinkin
But before you can do you screamin don't shoot
That's your ass options are limited
Now whatcha gon do
If you're a bitch, you gon cry like a pissy baby
If you're on your shit, get your skinny let em fry like bacon
If you're scared, say you're scared (I'm scared)
Then know I'm breakin your neck and breakin that leg
As soon as I put this shit down for big ed
This entourages is vicious that's my dog
That's my niggas, that's my f**kin cool edition