STOPPING FOR CHOCOLAT ON OUR WAY TO CANONICAL FAIRYLAND

The Archbishop has been taken for the recent meetings of our own chapter. I am Cote du Rhone III, a vintage seminarian of the Econe Episcopal persuasion.

For our gathering of Traditionally handicapped and egotistically unchallenged, we've chosen a patroness, most rightly and estutely, someone other than that Latin bitch, Santa Barbara (its still a surprise those people are allowed into any church at all).

She is the claim to fame for the village of our Seminary de Cure, located secretly in the basement of the "seminary" of the SSPX, and our secret love when we are brandied and candied silly in the archbishops secret sacristy stash of socks and fringed attire.

The famed cinematic blip of crazy lentin obsessions by holier than thou types of the fat, cross gender types was filmed in the same place as our holy house. You may be familiar with the film "Chocolat"...it was filmed at our dismay in the same place.

To no avail, our meeting has taken place and we've agreed we still think the Vatican, sporty Bavarians aside and not participating, should go fuck itself.

Amen.