Celebrating all that is wonderfully awful in the world of Catholic Kitsch.
*Si ponere flavitem potes, pone flavitem*
I was so busy clawing my own ears out that I couldn't save the dog. I am sending you the vet bill.
Did he say he was "famous" for this song, or "infamous"...?
I never thought it would be possible to outdo Monsignor X's horrible nasal Bostonian drone as he chanted High Mass when I was a kid, but this clearly was way out of his league. Now the beagle is howling, and I can't stop laughing. Guess I'm going to have to go to confession for that (although I don't know why.)