You can’t write thousands of poker tournament reports without making a few misstakkes.
Imagine the possibilities.
The script reads as follows: Cheech and Chong win a free trip to Italy. While traveling, the old Pope resigns and a new Pope gets picked. The two dope heads somehow stumble into the Vatican. When the new Pope finally gets chosen, white smoke is traditionally released to the crowd gathered outside in Saint Peter’s Square, and a billion cheering worshipers watching worldwide.
Cheech and Chong. White smoke. You can pretty much figure out the rest.
At least the plot for “Cheech and Chong Visit the Vatican” would make sense.
But nothing makes sense in Catholicism.
Over the years, I’ve written many provocative things. Some decent. Other things that fell flat. Here’s a comedic sketch (ala Lewis Black) I wrote, that pissed off lots of readers. See the comments section. I leave it up at my site for a few reasons — to show that our attitudes on things change over time and that it’s okay to aim and miss sometimes.