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I Kissed A Pope (And I Liked It) (But Then Around A Dozen Swiss Guards Tackled Me)

“Look at-a da pretty girl.”

She’s very attractive, Your Holiness.

“Is-a da Demi Lovato?”

No.

“Is-a da Halsey? She’s-a so hot now, da Halsey.”

Not Halsey. That’s Katy Perry.

“Little Potato’s Katy Perry?”

Wow, that nickname got to the Vatican already, huh?

“We got-a da wifi.”

Sure.

“Katy needs-a da hit. Been a while.”

She’s in a fallow period of her career.

“She needs-a da beef. She should-a feud with-a da Cardi B.”

Oh, that would be a terrible idea.

“Si, si. I’m-a joking. Cardi B is-a da savage. Katy would-a get ethered.”

Yes, sir.

“What’s-a with Legolas? Are-a da skinny ties back again?”

I guess.

“Ties-a get skinny, then-a fat, then-a skinny. Back and-a forth. Like-a da Oprah.”

You’re killing it tonight, Your Holiness.

“You keep-a da secret?”

Yes.

“I was s’posed to host-a da White House Correspondent’s Dinner. Tell-a da jokes about Signor Bing Bong. I got all this material I got-a no use for.”

Why did you cancel?

“They-a fire me!”

What!? Who would fire the Pope?

“People gonna go to hell, that’s-a who.”

You would forgive them.

“I don’t-a know. I was-a lookin’ forward to it. Get in some hang time with-a da Jake Tapper.”

You know Jake Tapper?

“Everybody knows-a da Tapp. Solid hang.”

Why did they fire you, Your Holiness?

“I said-a dat abortion and-a da homosexuality is-a da sin.”

Oh, right. Your beliefs.

“Si, si. And-a I shelter many, how you say, bambino-pumpers.”

You shouldn’t say it that way.

“Don’t correct-a da Pope.”

Sorry.

“Dominus there you go. Is okay. I stay at-a da Vatican. Watch-a da Avengers.You think-a Katy wants-a to chill?”

You should ask her, but I don’t think you’re her type.

“What’s-a her type?”

Tall, dark, and douchey.

“Chicks-a dig jerks, man.”

Tell me about it.

We’ve All Been There, Josh

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You don’t have to tell me, brother.

“Right?”

Chicks.

“Chicks, man.”

Turn your back for a second–

“–and they got some limey’s wet dong rubbing on their shoulder blades!”

Unbelievable.

“When was the last good movie Naked Nigel was in?”

Never. I just looked. He has quite literally never been in a movie that was good.

“What about Troy?”

Troy was entertaining, but not good.

“He was Legolas.”

And now he’s bottomless.

“Nice.”

Yeah, thanks.

“You didn’t like Lord of the Rings?”

I have hated that intellectual property in every format it’s been presented to me: book, cartoon, movie adaptation, role-playing game. Fuck hobbits and their furry feet and stupid wizards and dumb magic jewelry and shortcuts through mountains and volcano monsters and long walks and double fuck Sean Bean. Fuck all of it.

“Okay.”

You know he played Romeo in Romeo and Juliet?

“Makes sense.”

In 2014.

“Makes much less sense. He’s my age. Do you think I’m aging better than him?”

Please, John. Concentrate.

“I’m starting a podcast about my nightly facial-care regimen, if you’d like to be on it.”

No.

“That fucking guy. Slapping his schwanz against my Katydoodle’s back.”

Don’t call her that.

“Y’know what?”

I think I know where you’re going with this.

“Not great dong.”

Nope.

“Average at best.”

You’re being generous.

“And foreign. So, you know.”

Right. Just au naturel down there.

“God’s mistake.”

Cleanliness issue, as well.

“Smeg.”

Smeg.

“Smeg.

Smeg.

“John, who are you talking to?”

“No one, Katydoodle.”

“Don’t call me that.”