Imagine working a shitty ass minimum wage at some fuckin gas station on the side of the road in the middle of buttcrack Missouri where you haven't had a single customer in
like a week and a half and suddenly you hear the dusty ass bell chime
like a sweet song from god telling you that the door opened so you look up from your seventeen magazines from
2012 you found on the side of the road that you're only reading because it's the only thing distracting you from your own mortality so you look up from the magazine and standing in front of the checkout desk it's the
fucking pope. wearing the full
fucking pope get up in all his glory a foot in front of you watching you read a mud stained magazine where Bella Thorne talks about her favorite prints to mix and match and the pope is still a paying customer so you just smile and say hi how can I help you? :) and he just
fucking stares at you with his cold dead pope eyes and slowly raises his scepter into the
air and then bangs it on the ground so
hard that the tile broke and that's either coming out of your paycheck or just never getting fixed at all and he hasn't broken eye contact with you since you first saw him and he smells
like the pope probably smells and he tells you he demands your finest Dobby
Pussy Indulgence may god bless your soul. what would you do how would you feel if that was something that happened to you?????
