I like the way this guy thinks. I would’ve have thrown booze into the mix, but I assume it’s implied. (I draw this from the Catholic sacrament of confession, in which there are two assumptions: you have sinned, and the priest is drunk.)
I wonder if he has any connection to the vicar in Sheffield who had to explain to the emergency room why there was a potato up his cornhole.
In case you were wondering, the title for this post comes from a Simpsons quote.