So, you'll never guess who I ran into the other day.  I was at the Fathers' and Bastards' picnic and I ran into the Pope, and we started talking.  I said to him at the picnic, actually we were both in the lobby, our credit scores weren't good enough to get into the picnic you see.  I said well I'm an upstanding guy but I pay cash for everything no financing you know save money on interest, and he turns to me and says, that's my problem too, we start talking you know, and  I say hey your that toga guy, and he says, yeah yeah they call me Pope, and anyways, so we're in the Lobby of the Shared Ice Hotel in New Brunswick, Maine, and after a few Madoori sours and Aroostock chasers, he says to me, Paul, you lose 100 pounds and I'll fuck you.  And I say, Johnny Paul, buddy, friend, pal, artist, lover, Satanist, tuba-player if I lost 100 pounds, I'd only weigh 43, and you know what he says to me.  He says, I know.  You'd weigh the same as my little friend andy here'¦.just the same as my little friend Andy.

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