No, seriously. This is good times, people. I was tipped off to this little gem by a friend on Facebook.
Before I give you the priest, however, I have to say that it took me back. Waaaay back, back to 2007, back to No Dignity Left on Italian Television.
Which frankly begs the question: was there ever?
If you’ve been with me since that post, then, may God bless you and keep you.
If you never did see the loss of dignity to which I refer above, and if you’re feeling too damn lazy to click on my former post to get your background research completed, might I at least persuade you to simply click here? I assure you it’s well worth your time. Watching grown adults dressed up as vegetables prancing around to synthesizer music is always a gold-medal winner, no matter which way you slice it. (You like that? It was kind of a bonus pun just for those of you
crazy astute enough to think like I do.)
So now, without further ado, now that you have one more of those mind-numbing songs you can’t get out of your head (I had always held out hope that Maxim was good for something other than lining a cat litter box; in fact I taught my 5 year old son #20 from that list a long time ago when it was stuck in my head), here’s the fiesta of fun that was someone’s wedding, with this kick-ass discofied (not a real word) priest.
Don’t ever let it be said that Catholics don’t know how to cut a rug. The man is cutting, and then some. That hand action + jump move at 1:01? I’m fairly certain that was an attempt to raise the proverbial roof off that house of God.
Father, you’re what we like to call off the hook!