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2006-04-24 Any day now, my sister is expected to give birth to the tiny pope. Under normal circumstances, I would say that John Paul is a fine name for a baby—appropriate even, considering how that particular pope looked so much like a baby who wore long gowns and spoke gibberish—-excuse me, “Polish”--and whose hands had been badly crippled by Jesus Cramp. However, I am afraid that this particular John Paul may find his name ill-fitting, considering that his siblings are named Giggling Composer, Fancy Song of Italian Elegance, and Classy Water Squeezed from Angels. More or less.
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