Eggs Benedict

When I was younger, I used to think that Pope John Paul II was named "Pope John Paul Eye Eye". Naturally, I thought that that name was terrific. It made me feel like the Pope was someone that many people agreed with, and I agreed with him as well. Then I discovered roman numerals and found out that "II" means "two". What a disappointment. I stopped caring about religion after that.

If I ever became Pope, I would change my name to Pope Ice Cream. And I will insist that people call me Pope Ice Cream the First. This is because I would be the first pope named after a tasty, dairy based treat. My religious agenda will be broad, encompassing, and delicious.

I don't have much to else to say, so here are the lyrics to "In the Ghetto" by Elvis Presley.

As the snow flies
On a cold and gray chicago mornin
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries
cause if theres one thing that she dont need
Its another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto

People, dont you understand
The child needs a helping hand
Or hell grow to be an angry young man some day
Take a look at you and me,
Are we too blind to see,
Do we simply turn our heads
And look the other way

Well the world turns
And a hungry little boy with a runny nose
Plays in the street as the cold wind blows
In the ghetto

And his hunger burns
So he starts to roam the streets at night
And he learns how to steal
And he learns how to fight
In the ghetto

Then one night in desperation
A young man breaks away
He buys a gun, steals a car,
Tries to run, but he dont get far
And his mama cries

As a crowd gathers round an angry young man
Face down on the street with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto

As her young man dies,
On a cold and gray chicago mornin,
Another little baby child is born
In the ghetto