Ah, but the trick is to let the Jeeves select the Wooster, not the other way around. Bertie would have chosen Bobbie Wickham, and we all know how that would have ended up...
I am now sorely tempted to send the author of that post a link to this one, and a description of what this site is all about, except seeing so much iniquity may send him back to the Father directly. Especially if he ends up appreciating some of the most salacious art.
YES! Although, it's all about the holy father and his smoking hot live-in monsignor, Georg Ganswein (http://i288.photobucket.com/albums/ll195/laeticiav/jeeves/5f7b7b7c.jpg) (who totally dresses like Snape with purple accents, btw). Look at them being adorable in Mexico.
Oh, when Ganswein's mother died I saw one newspaper quipping "death of the Pope MIL". Plus, GG is really kind of hot, even in the crazy clothes. I can imagine when they started dating - Ratzi, the start theologian, cuddling the handsome young man and crying over Hans Küng, the one he never could have and had now lost also from a doctrine viewpoint (there should be a comm for ecclesiastic shippers).
"Ratzi" - snort! Pope MIL = double snort. ... There must *not* be a comm for ecc-shipping ... my soul is so lost as it is! (Plus, also, "Ratzi" still needs to be less Emperor Palpatine-y before I can ship him).
no man who thinks this much about Bertie and Jeeves can be completely strait anyway LMAO!!! You're so right. He also chose such a cute picture of Bertie ;).
Well, it's the truth, isn't it? All the evidence is there!
I'm happy to report that I saw a newspaper featuring this story on a table at my school, headline something like: Pope's butler might be the mole'. I promptly took a sharpie out of my purse, crossed out the evil B. word, and replaced it with Valet. Because if god kills a kitten when people call Jeeves a butler...what does he do when people call the pope's valet a butler?
that icon- YES! I never get tired of Stephan's face...or voice...or, really, anything about him.
I just can't leave it alone. An unnecessary drabble in response (what is Bertie's pope name do you think?):
“Sir, those shoes really are not appropriate for the occasion.”
“Tosh, Jeeves, such footwear was often worn by Sixtus the Fifth … or was it Fiftus the Sixth? I forget. Anyway, they look quite natty with the red velvet santa hat thingummy and the little capelet. Or maybe I should go with the red and gold-brocade miter and a scarf.”
I’ve begun in the middle again haven’t I? Well, it’s a rummy thing, how I became pope and all, but at least the dashed beazles stopped trying to marry me and I got a lot of spiffy new head gear…
Some kind of cloning accident when Bertie's attempts at transubstantiation go awry?
"Well, Jeeves, it seemed to me, that while I was transforming the wine into the blood of Christ, I might as well turn it into a half-decent claret at the same time. I mean, having the blood of Christ being undrinkable seems a bit sacri-whatsit. Anyway, as I was saying, I was just tweaking the spell -- I mean the consecrationy-ritually-thingummy -- and I think I got some Latin wrong when I got to the bread bit, and now it seems there are two corpuses of the old Wooster. Could come in handy though, what? I can send one me biffing about in the pope-mobile and performing those god-awful morning masses and the other me can lie in and partake of 9 or 10 hours of the restful."
This is the single most confusing thing on the whole internet. Because I cannot think 'Jeeves and Wooster' and not think 'steamy, life fulfilling sex and romance' so the whole time I was reading it I had a mental image of the Pope shagging his valet and now I need to rub myself down with salt.
I am so confused, and so amused, all at the same time. And reading all these comments at work was a very bad idea because now I have the most unusual and unerasable facial expression that I fear will be plastered on my mug for the rest of the day....
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Date: 2012-05-26 03:35 pm (UTC)Look at them being adorable in Mexico.
I would totally ship them, but I can't bring myself to ship Benedict XVI.
I am so hellbound.
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Date: 2012-05-30 09:59 pm (UTC)There must *not* be a comm for ecc-shipping ... my soul is so lost as it is! (Plus, also, "Ratzi" still needs to be less Emperor Palpatine-y before I can ship him).
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Date: 2012-05-26 07:46 pm (UTC)and besides, no man who thinks this much about Bertie and Jeeves can be completely strait anyway. So I vote Ye on this motion!
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Date: 2012-05-30 09:41 am (UTC)LMAO!!! You're so right. He also chose such a cute picture of Bertie ;).
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Date: 2012-05-31 12:08 am (UTC)I'm happy to report that I saw a newspaper featuring this story on a table at my school, headline something like: Pope's butler might be the mole'. I promptly took a sharpie out of my purse, crossed out the evil B. word, and replaced it with Valet. Because if god kills a kitten when people call Jeeves a butler...what does he do when people call the pope's valet a butler?
that icon- YES! I never get tired of Stephan's face...or voice...or, really, anything about him.
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Date: 2012-05-26 10:15 pm (UTC)“Sir, those shoes really are not appropriate for the occasion.”
“Tosh, Jeeves, such footwear was often worn by Sixtus the Fifth … or was it Fiftus the Sixth? I forget. Anyway, they look quite natty with the red velvet santa hat thingummy and the little capelet. Or maybe I should go with the red and gold-brocade miter and a scarf.”
I’ve begun in the middle again haven’t I? Well, it’s a rummy thing, how I became pope and all, but at least the dashed beazles stopped trying to marry me and I got a lot of spiffy new head gear…
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Date: 2012-05-26 10:21 pm (UTC)Why, Pope Bertram, of course! ;) He would start a new trend in Pope-naming.
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Date: 2012-05-30 10:14 pm (UTC)"Well, Jeeves, it seemed to me, that while I was transforming the wine into the blood of Christ, I might as well turn it into a half-decent claret at the same time. I mean, having the blood of Christ being undrinkable seems a bit sacri-whatsit. Anyway, as I was saying, I was just tweaking the spell -- I mean the consecrationy-ritually-thingummy -- and I think I got some Latin wrong when I got to the bread bit, and now it seems there are two corpuses of the old Wooster. Could come in handy though, what? I can send one me biffing about in the pope-mobile and performing those god-awful morning masses and the other me can lie in and partake of 9 or 10 hours of the restful."
"Indeed, sirs."
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Date: 2012-05-29 02:30 am (UTC)I let out such a bark of laughter at this that the cats are glaring daggers at me now!
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