With the Conclave about to kick off, the excitement in Vatican City is palpable. So much so that everyone has taken a break from the ritualistic boy fucking, and the slightly more time consuming hiding of said boy fucking, to stare at a phallic shaped chimney and see what color the “smoke” is. It’s boners and dresses as the hat parade of Cardinals and Archbishops come from around the world to take part in the festivities that surround a bunch of men sitting in a room bickering over who should be the next person to be selected by god to be his voice on Earth.
And like anything that’s completely pointless and a great distraction from work, you should bet on it. And like anything you should bet on, you’re going to need some sort of bracket system to keep from having to explain it all to Suzy in Accounting for the 30th fucking time today. So feel free to kill a few trees and print this out, it’s what He made the trees and toner cartridges for anyhow.
While all of these fine fellows (and it’s only fellows, sorry gals) have a shot at the title, my money is on Archbishop Horse’s Ass.
Here ya go:
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