Supposedly, sometime between being elected and donning the papal raiments, the new pope sits in a special chair whereupon all 118, or 117 now, cardinals reach in and feel his balls. Or feel that the new pope has actually got balls. You see, can't have another Pope Joan shamozzle. And for sure one or two of those cardinals aren't going for just a balls confirmation; some cardinals are going to latch on and give the Pope a "we're watching you yank", or a "good luck coddle".
The room of tears indeed.
So, in the near future when Il Papa appears at the window before the joyous masses, raises his papal hands in welcoming supplication, he isn't saying "Bless us O Lord on this new day". What he's actually saying as he raises his papal hands in welcoming supplication is "God, my balls hurt."
The room of tears indeed.
So, in the near future when Il Papa appears at the window before the joyous masses, raises his papal hands in welcoming supplication, he isn't saying "Bless us O Lord on this new day". What he's actually saying as he raises his papal hands in welcoming supplication is "God, my balls hurt."