The Borgia Pope was so wild and crazy he even cheated on his mistress. No wonder his Latin name was Alexander Sextus.
His youngest son (a.k.a. Fredo Corleone) spent his spare time rolling in the hay with every comely wench he could find. Just a chip off the old block.
When lightning struck the steeple and killed several altar boys, Il Papa took it as a sign of God’s displeasure, ignoring the obvious: the cathedral needed lightning rods.
For penance during Lent, he made everyone eat sardines. My hubby feels the same way about anchovies on pizza.
I hope you weren't expecting anything profound.
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