TREAT IT LIKE POPE ON A ROPE ‘CAUSE THE BEATS IN THE LINES ARE SO DOPE
So we got us a new Pope. Salud, Pope “Don’t Call Me Eggs” Benedict XVI! I shall now boldly peer seven hours into the future and predict that Leno, Letterman et. al. will joke that:
-Al Gore is calling for a recount.
-Pete Rose garnered five percent of the vote as a write-in.
-South Florida delegation voted for Pat Buchanan by mistake.
-Michael Jackson was disappointed when he learned “little white puffs” didn’t mean what he thought it did.
-Cardinals wrapped up business in time for homestand vs. Mets.
We’ll see how I do.
(And on a serious note, here’s hoping–but not expecting–that the new guy will do what religious leaders are SUPPOSED to do–build bridges, not fences.)