... "other glove", he said "What in the hell is that supposed to mean, anyhoo" he asked me, as he often would when our conversations ran into the wee hours and life and the universe were discussed in depth, but that was a pretty bad evening for both the Pope and myself, since he had just gotten back from Scotland and had spent a week with some cardinal who kept going on about "Scrayming boadles iv Shite Old Naff de Poop or soomat" and offering the Pope crap fish and chips, which, of course, he can't digest due to....
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I wanted my half in the middle and I wound up on the edge.