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Pope Jim was surprised when he recieved an order for 10,000 Chia Popes from Mendicino...

Plook's got chia on the brain.When he drinks water his ears & nose have green sprouts coming out of them!

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I'm getting larger as I walk away.

It was the LSD.

KIIRK has a secret crash pad on Geary Street. The walls are velvet. He has a Mad River black light poster. His bong is 5 feet tall.

Downer Mydnyte's "Chia Gary" pitch was rejected today by PapalMart Inc. "the boss says, no enema crops in my store", was the only comment reporters could mine out of the dept. manager.

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ahhh...something to savor

coevad went to PapalMart and purchased Chia 80's Pope when grown, in addition to the bushy head an ivy vine grows out of the back to simulate a Mullet...

Plook's rat tail is so long he can run it the entire length of his buttcrack and tie it around his scrotum. That's how he maintains good posture; he doesn't dare slouch or bend over. For unknown reasons he calls his rat tail a mullet. Could this be another facet of his spelling problem?

Pope Jim envys the brade of destiny and the superpowers it posses...

Plook calls his noose through the caboose (drumroll, please) the Braid of Destiny. I call it a fuckin' rat tail.

Pope Jim is going Green and it has nothing to due with the enviroment...

Plook dipped his pickle in a muenster/gruyere fondue. He's the life of his company's Xmas party.

Pope Jim has decided he better serve something better than waffers at this years Papl Christmas Party...

Plook came fashionably late to the Papal Christmas party last year. He missed out on the Vienna choir sausages and the sticky buns. The early bird gets the worm, dude. Mend your slothful ways.

Pope Jim completely misinterpreted the meaning of "you will get a rectory", when he applied for the Papal Position...

Plook was sad when he couldn't find the papal position in Kapt. Kiirk's hippie Kama Sutra.

Pope Jim I know Kapt.Kiirk...I'm a friend of Kapt.Kiirk and you sir have no Hippie Kama Sutra like Kapt.Kiirks Hippie Kama Sutra...

Many years ago, Plook wrote an epic poem in classic iambic pentameter called "Moby Dong." It's still read in coffeehouses in the Castro.

Pope Jim is working on his first published Pontiff paperback, the unedited stories of the Vatican not so secret basement, 50 shades of Papal Red...

Right after Jurassic Park came out, Plook's old girlfriends started calling him Velocipeter. He still hasn't figured it out.

Pope Jim doesn't have to go far to see a bunch of old skeletons, he just looks in his closet...

The skeletons in Plook's closet are called leisure suits. Most of them have a special inner thigh pocket for inserting kielbasas and knackwursts. Valley Girls are easily impressed. Plook was once the king of the SoCal disco scene.

...And Pope Jim was his queen

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The more I learn, the less I know.

Caputh fancies himself a historian...

Plook just fancies himself (sorry, couldn't resist)

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The more I learn, the less I know.

Caputh is hooked on peppermint mochas. He lurks outside his local McDonald's at 4:45 AM with glassy eyes, waiting, waiting... After he's had a few, sometimes three, he goes to his job and rings a bell all day. People feel guilty when they don't throw at least a pfennig into his pot.

Every pfennig I get goes on Pope Jim's indulgences. He's promised me I'll get down to being stung by bees whilst watching the X-Factor in eternal cycle 'till judgement day, but somehow I feel I deserve a better deal- even in purgatory.

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The more I learn, the less I know.