A Bunch Of Nuns Excitedly Attacked The Pope In Naples And Had To Be Restrained

Telegraph- Pope Francis was mobbed by a group of overexcited nuns, let out from their convents during his visit to Naples. The nuns had to be reined in by the Archibishop of Naples after swarming the pontiff, to his evident bemusement, and showering him with gifts and greetings. Cardinal Crescenzio Sepe could be heard through the microphone urging restraint and making lighthearted commentary in a Neapolitan accent. “Sisters . . . Later. . . . well would you look at that. And these are the cloistered ones. Just imagine the non-cloistered ones,” he said, provoking laughter among the crowd gathered in the cathedral. “They are going to eat him! Sisters . . sisters!” Cloistered nuns observe rules of “papal enclosure” and rarely leave their nunneries, receiving visitors through a grill.

How much sweet nun pussy is the Pope missing out on?  A ton, right?  If you take a step back from it all, it’s a goddamn shame the Pope can’t just do work on a bunch of nuns.  The system is COMPLETELY skewed in his favor and he can do absolutely nothing about it.  And they wonder why religious people are so fucked up.  Think about.  He’s the head of the biggest religious establishment in the world.  He’s a rockstar.  He’s a God.  Everybody bows when they see him.  He wears fashionable hats and shoes.  He’s the big swingin’ dick wherever he goes. Then there’s the nuns.  These ladies never ever have sex.  They never ever leave the nunneries.  They’re about to pop with estrogen and hormones because they’re told their whole life to repress those feelings.  Bury them deep.  And then they let them leave the nunnery and they introduce them to the Pope.  What the fuck do they think is gonna happen?  It’s a tease of biblical proportions.  It’s flat out amazing that the Pope just doesn’t run through nuns.  He’s a far better man than me and 99.999999999% of the rest of the males who inhabit this Earth.  We’d get one look at the girls going crazy, say screw it, pop some church wine and get the party started.   This would be like if you introduced a bunch of screaming girls to John Lennon or Paul McCartney during Beatlemania but were like, “There he is!  He’s a pretty much a deity to you!  But sorry , you can’t have sex with him.”  It ain’t right.  What’s the point of being rich and powerful if you can’t get laid?  There is no point.