Hot Guy in Church & Communion Wine: Not a Good Combo

It was five minutes past my ass is killing me, and I sat bolt upright at Christmas Eve mass with my parents, praying for a swift ending to the service. The day before, the Pope: font of all wisdom and head of the Catholic church, had announced that saving mankind from homosexuality was just as important as saving the rain forests from destruction.

I was not in the mood for sitting through a Catholic service.

I was after all, a homosexual hell bent on destroying civilization. That I even had time to pause in my evil ministrations was a small miracle in itself.

Of course, I don’t have a car and must rely on others for transport – which slows down my nefarious progress considerably. I am considering buying a diabolical bus pass for January.

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