Here is more proof I am a prophet. In April I posted about the eels and the Antichrist, that Lara Roozemond asked me to take of her facebook. I am seeing a big celebration for the Pope on T.V. There are musical routines.
“This is all hush – hush. We lovers of Pie and Mash are smuggling in river eels from Russia. Those bastards got us by the balls. The owner of M. Manze is selling us bags of eels under the table. All up and down the Thames, we Eel Lovers are slipping these lil ones in the water. If we get caught, we will go to jail. We might contaminate the native species, forever.
That’s it. Just pour them in. They eat all the dead skin off my feet, then have a go at my toe cheese. The President of the United States is addicted to Pie and Mash. That’s why he built his golf course in Scotland. There’s a river running thru it. If these crittters take, then our troubles are over! Did you know New Zealand was founded by poor rioters who went ape-shit during a great eel shortage. We are on the brink of another great riot. Folks are starving in London.”
It’s a two-hour festival, during which Pope Francis will deliver an address to all assembled and will hear five testimonies by families from Ireland, Canada, India, Iraq and Africa.
In the line-up for the evening are artists, orchestras, dancers, choirs, community groups and flag bearers.
It will also feature performances from Andrea Bocelli, Nathan Carter, Daniel O’Donnell, The Priests and Moya Brennan.
The Royal Janitor
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The Royal Janitor
Anna Zola claimed she was the great granddaughter of Emile Zola. She lived on a tugboat on the Thames. One day, while in the wheelhouse, she spots a beautiful young girl who looked to be seven years of age. She was teetering on the edge, on a rotten piece of timber with big rusty nails hammered in it . How dramatic! She had the most troubled furl on her brow. Annie opens the window, gently, so as to not disturb the poor waif, but, owning a powerful voice, she almost knocks her into the water!
“IF YOU ARE THINKING ABOUT THROWING YOURSELF IN. WHY DON’T YOU HELP ME TAKE MY SCONES OUT OF THE OVEN, AND HAVE A CUP OF TEA WITH…
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