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Pope Jim's Papal Spys discovered Capuths gathering Army of German Loyalists in his not so secret basement, the spys had the Pontiffs newest high tech device, the Fondue Detector...

On catching Pope Jim's spies, I send them off to Plook for "special treatment".

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The more I learn, the less I know.

Caputh is attending the first annual 'cheese melt' down at Pope Jim's rectory basement.Careful, that pre-aged limbaugh doesn't melt too well. Just add some Velveeta and you'll be good.

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ahhh...something to savor

Coevad smuggled three blocks of Velveeta into the rectumry. The fondue detector failed to detect it. Back to the drawing board.

Pope Jim's fondue detector doesn't have a setting for 'Processed Cheese Food Products'. It does, strangely enough, have a setting for 'Hippies'.

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When the going gets weird the weird turn pro - HST

Miasma!

Sam I Am was spotted hanging around the back ally's of the Vatican selling knock off Fondue Detectors...

Plook once bought an offshore knock-off 'Fonda' Detector.The results were amusing to all but him. Or presumably any detected Fondas either.

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When the going gets weird the weird turn pro - HST

Miasma!

Sam I Am has Father Riley's phone# and loves cheese in block form.

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ahhh...something to savor

coevad obviously bought one of the knock off Fondue Detectors, it led him to the cheez wiz section in the supermarket...

Plook is still dodging Bridgit Fonda's summons server. And all she wants to do is invite him to her next fondue/Tupperware party.

Pope Jim obviously Fondues with Ted Turner and it was detected by Jane...

Hellooooo....

Plook sees the spray of Cheez Whiz in the night sky over Berzerkeley and gives his butler, Elmer, some lame excuse, then slides down the super-stripper pole to his not-so-secret basement. He whips off his bloomers, applies rotation to his sweet sugar buns, throws on his super apron and mushroom headmask, hops on his pygmy aardvark and charges out into the night as Fondude, savior of the debutante ball. He hopes Commissioner Hardon doesn't steer him wrong this time. He's still smarting from last week's clusterfuck at the Hell's Angels clubhouse. They weren't supposed to give him a hot Muenster enema.

Pope Jim wrote his alibi on swiss cheese -- it was full of holes.

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FalseDichotomy is channeling Henny Youngman...

Plook wakes up smothered in donkey sauce and wonders "What the hell happened?" The last thing he remembers is wanking to a picture of Helen Mirren.

Pope Jim has been spotted in the back allies of Ensenada with a jar of enchilada sauce looking for a not so secret basement with a special show to participate in...

Plook cheats at golf.

Pope Jim isn't allowed to hear confession anymore since he got caught gossiping about his parishiners...

Plook wakes up in the middle of the night and posts Spanish spam for Mexican pill mills. In lieu of money, they pay him off in *SPAM*, *SPAM*, *SPAM* and *SPAM*.

Pope Jim's obsession with SPAM has driven him to purchase every can available in Vatican City, he stores them in the not so secret Papal Basement and found an unexpected but welcomed side effect…it attracts Altar Boys…

Plook has begun experimenting with Spam fondue. He wants only the most elegant of altar boys.

Pope Jim's counter counter counter Reformation was halted at Pforzheim.

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The more I learn, the less I know.

Caputh's is familiar with Pforzheim because residents of near by Goldstadt discovered him living amongst a pack of wolves in the Black Forest as a small child, it was a struggle to domesticate him, he ate from a dog bowl until the age of 10...

Plook's thinking of running away tonight. The missus is whipping up a batch of confinement loaf and he'd rather eat tofurkey.