The Pope came to my door. He said, "Clarence, say, man, you got any papal ballots?' I said, "No, not on me." He said, "It'd be a lot cooler if you did. What with me really enjoying exercising my civil liberties and casting my vote for the next ruler of the Catholic state."
Whoa. What. Holy crap.
Thank the frickin lord for the ukelele, or this guy would never get laid.
And finally, okay, different instruments, but same thing. My brain melts.