A group of women were eating lunch in the booth next to mine. One of them was complaining that her grandson did not get a blessing from the priest that Sunday. It went something like this:
"So, I wanted Father Ignatius to bless Brian, but he wandered off and I don't know where the hell he went. I can't imagine what the **** he was doing. He should have stuck around long enough to bless the **** baby."
Just a guess, but maybe he was fleeing the potty mouth.
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