Poor little piggy. In my village the ritual is a little less demanding. Just have to endure 20 minutes of chanting, then strip down and get doused with a bucket of water. Not convinced this has a statistically significant impact on revenues (more split testing required); but it's quite refreshing, and makes my wife happy.
Altar. You pray at an altar, you get your clothing altered. This should help you to remember: "A bachelor is an unaltared male."
Clever, and fixed.
Thank you. I find that my fingers type in the style of what I've been reading for the past week or three unless I give a correction. This is but one of the reasons I stay away from microblogging services, of course…