You know, I heard that Elvis was once a Cardinal Richelieu impersonator.
Meh. The Pope appearing at your bathroom window? Not so surprising.
The Pope, chopping through your bathroom door with an axe, thrusting his face into the gap and shouting “Heeeeeere’s John Paul?” A bit more surprising. Let me know when he does that, OK?
Oh, and Eve? I doubt I’ve ever been happier to see someone’s name above a post. Thank you for coming back.
Damn, my attempt to combine whuthering heights with the pope wasn’t one half as funny as the last post, and in much less space too. Oh, well, welcome back, Eve.
…the best of whom is Richelieu Little.
“…and in market news today, pinkfreud’s value skyrocked on the Briston Exchange following a brilliantly horrible pun…”
Actually, it was nearly as extinct as the Brontësaurus! 
Why, thank you, Mr. Briston. However, it should be noted that pinkfreud is still a privately-held company. The hubby and Chief Operating Officer of pinkfreud insists upon that. 
Could be worse … Arturo Mari, the official papal photographer, could have been there as well.
Grrroaannnnnn, what a horrible pun. :eek:
I can’t believe I ate the whole thing.
Well of course she’s back. She had to come back what with the news of the return of the faggots!
Quite all right. My wife frowns on any Briston Exchange that doesn’t involve her, anyway. 
Ha! Wouldn’t you wish? After all the Pope’s one the world’s most eligible bachelors.
Somehow I can’t shake the image of a leering Pope leaning up to the window saying “Who’s il papa? Who’s il papa?”
Did he see his shadow?
That Pope . . . sometimes he’s such a . . . a . . . primate!
You’re back!
/smothers Eve with kisses, spritzes her with a little Chanel #5, and strews rose petals in her path.
Don’t leave us again, please! /makes big bambi eyes at her.
Wait till you see what he left behind in the woods!
Chanel?! That Nazi whore?!
[gratefully returns the kisses, but uses rose petals to get the stink of Nazi perfume off self]
[Pope leers through window]
The Pope may be outside your shower, but he’s inside mine.
Okay, not really, but I would use it if someone gave me one. Hint, hint.
And just remember, you can fool some of the papal some of the time…