Does the Pope live in constant fear of spilling communion wine/spaghetti sauce/melting chocolate from fresh-baked chocolate chip cookies on his brilliant white robes?
Always chasing that cozy feeling of being snuggled under a heap of warm blankets in a cold room. Trying to watch every movie ever. Also trying to find cats to pet. 😻
Does the Pope live in constant fear of spilling communion wine/spaghetti sauce/melting chocolate from fresh-baked chocolate chip cookies on his brilliant white robes?