I’m beginning to wonder if my application to become the next Pope has been taken seriously. Having said that, I’m not even sure if vatican0000@gmail.com is the right email address. I wasn’t sure if I should send my unfinished novel “How to remove Bon Jovi from the realms of consciousness vol. 1-568” but there’s some damn good ideas in there so I just went for it. I think my biggest mistake was the part of the application that asked about sex. I really hope those papal HR folk have a sense of humor:
If you are holy cheese, you must be Swiss!
Give me a bunch of cheeses and I’ll edam all!
Cheese-people suffer great discrimination, no laughing matter folks.
I sense a story here Tom. Say more words please?
I love how much you hate Bon Jovi.
Only someone full of class and sophistication could leave such a comment. When I become Pope, you can be my advisor!
First:Personally, I think you be a great pope. Scond: how does one become cheese? Is it some alien come-to-Earth process or falling into the machinery at a dairy farm or having parents who are cows? Interesting, but even cheese people should be allowed the chance to be pope, and in fact, a cheese man will probably beat a non-cheese woman to that office.
I’m not really cheese Don Don’s, I only put that on the form to freak the holy people put!
I would love to have a Pope made of cheese.
Then everyone would be vying for a piece of him!