Today is the day I’ll forever remember as the day I got booted from the Vatican's church, St. Peter's Basilica, like a dime store whore. Escorted to the exit by a stern old guard and gazed upon like a menacing case of malaria, he even stood at the door to make sure I backed away. Apparently my exposed knees bar me from loving Jesus with them — how apropos after spending over 4 hours going through their homo-erotic collection of art.
Take note: This is the hemline of the disrespectful, club rules of the Vatican.
However, there is one lady allowed to wear a short skirt and live at the Vatican and here she is:
If there were going to kick me out for anything...
