Papal State of Mind…

popeMe: “Bless me, Father, for I have sinned”

Him: “When was your last confession?”

Me: “About two weeks ago.”

Him: “Oh, right, the thing about being a contrary S-O-B. I remember now. That was good.” Chuckles.  And what is it now, my son?”

Me:“It’s my diet, father.”

Him: “Diet? That doesn’t sound very sinful.”

Me: “I have eaten peach salsa.”

Him: “Ouch. Hot, medium, or mild?”

Me: “Medium—or so it says. Frankly, I don’t think any self-respecting taco would allow itself to be slathered with such a sauce.”

Him: “Started with the pineapple salsa, didn’t you?”

Me: “Yes, father. I have sinned.”

Him: “Well, don’t be consumed by it. Get it—consumed?”

Me: “Yes, father.”

Him: “Say ten ‘Hail Marys’ and promise to never sin again—and maybe try some fresh jalapenos in that peach stuff; you never know, try it over rice…”

Me: “Yes, father…”