Reports of the “festive” atmosphere in Rome, where hundreds of thousands of pilgrims have camped out to celebrate grieve the death of the Pope, can’t help but prompt speculation about how many little miraculous conceptions — immaculate or otherwise — might arise from this event. A clever newspaper editor should keep track of some of these pilgrims and then check maternity records in 9 months or so.
Of course, it should be no surprise that young love can blossom in even the gravest circumstances:
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I went to the pope’s funeral and all I got was this lousy t-shirt.
For Jocko and his ladyfriend taking their arm’s length photograph above: I don’t really think that you’re going to look back 10 years from now and think “wow, that self-portrait of us in front of the porta-potties and the pile of burning trash was hot!”
At least that’s what it looks like to me.