Papal Sirup
we would call him Steinstein.
They've been cherry picking since the 4th century CE.
The Holy Roman Umpire!
... sorry.
Itβs clearly the holiest!
Nothing but Pope-ane!
That's right, it's the holiest of cheeses.
He wants to keep the Cardinals on their toes.
They use Papal.
My husband: "I've been to Vatican City. There are so many pigeons there." Me: "No, they're called cardinals."
Makes sense since a large majority of the people there are mostly Roman.
He raised the Vatican urinals by 4 inches.
Will Smith's property (150 acres) is larger than Vatican City (110 acres). Therefore, if he were to do so, it would not be the smallest country.
That day would be known as independence day.
The country would be a Fresh Principality.
My dad is 80.....i'm 53. My sister gave him some stockings (like knee socks) from the Vatican that the Pope supposedly wears. Don't ask why it's not important. Odd gift but anyway.....
Dad: "Hmmm.... well that present couldn't be any holier."
Me: "Well if the socks had holes in them they would be holier."
My Dad: "jesus christ" <while stifling a chuckle>
my 20ish adult Kids: <blank stare and power down look>
I was so proud.
Jesuit clergy have Vatican Days, while Benidictine Clergy have Holland Days.
He gets Vaticanned.
My father and I are sitting at the table . He's on his computer and suddenly....
Dad: Huh.
Me: What?
Dad: The Vatican is buying Chrysler.
Me: That's a little weird.
Dad: Yeah, they're rebranding as Jesus Chrysler.
groans
He said Vatican City since its considered a holey place.
A woman was at her hairdresser's getting her hair styled for a trip
to Rome with her husband..
She mentioned the trip to the hairdresser, who responded:
" Rome? Why would anyone want to go there? It's crowded and dirty.
You're crazy to go to Rome. So, how are you getting there?"
"We're taking Continental," was the reply. "We got a great rate!"
"Continental?" exclaimed the hairdresser. "That's a terrible airline.
Their planes are old, their flight attendants are ugly, and they're always late.
So, where are you staying in Rome?"
"We'll be at this exclusive little place over on Rome's Tiber River called Teste."
"Don't go any further. I know that place. Everybody thinks it's going to be something special and exclusive, but it's really a dump."
"We're going to go to see the Vatican and maybe get to see the Pope."
"That's rich," laughed the hairdresser. "You and a million other people trying to see him. He'll look the size of an ant. Boy, good luck on this lousy trip of yours. You're going to need it."
A month later, the woman again came in for a hairdo.
The hairdresser asked her about her trip to Rome.
"It was wonderful," explained the woman, "not only were we on
time in one of Continental's brand new planes, but it was overbooked,
and they bumped us up to first class. The food and wine were wonderful,
and I had a handsome 28-year-old steward who waited on me hand and foot..
And the hotel was great! They'd just finished a $5 million remodeling job,
and now it's a jewel, the finest hotel in the city.
They, too, were overbooked, so they apologized and gave us their
owner's suite at no extra charge!"
"Well," muttered the hairdresser, "that's all well and good, but I know you didn't get to see the Pope."
"Actually, we were quite lucky, because as we toured the Vatican,
a Swiss Guard tapped me on the shoulder, and explained that the
Pope likes to meet some of the visitors, and if I'd be so kind as to
step into his private room and wait, the Pope would personally greet me.
Sure enough, five minutes later, the Pope walked through the door
and shook my hand! I knelt down and he spoke a few words to me."
"Oh, really! What'd he say?"
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He said: "Who fucked up your hair?"
He raised the Vatican urinals six inches.
