Pope Goes the Weasel

Hail Mary graceful
Blessed are thou among women
Watch out for the men

“I still think he would have made a good pope.”

“You’re crazy,” Wendel responded.

“I mean, think about it. You’d finally know how much your sins actually cost. Five Hail Mary’s unless … you know, a little grease of the ole collection plate and boom you’re off with lighting a candle and a scripture reading,” said Roberto.

“You’re going to Hell you know that?”

“Bro, I work at Platinum Man Sax and you’re a money manager. We’re both going to hell with premium seating and free drinks in the waiting room lounge.”

“As long as they have coffee.”

“Decaf and it’s instant.”

“Blech! But I’ll take it. Hold on, what’s this?”

Wendel picked up his phone and looked at the notification.

“Well, holy shit. The President actually got a trade deal done.”

“Way ahead of you. Already traded into some auto stocks and sold a few thousand in gold options.”

“You’re a fast motherfucker.”

“That’s what your mom said.”

“Dude, that’s not the burn you think it is.”

“Whatever.”

“When’s the last time you got laid?”

“Voluntarily?”

“Yeah. Wait. What?” said Wendel and held up his hands. He looked at Roberto like he had two heads.

“University graduation. It was a teacher and her grad student TA.”

“What?? How come you never told me that?”

“I went to a Catholic university,” said Roberto and shrugged. “I wonder how many Hail Mary’s that would have cost?”

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