Sadly, the Pope is still laboring under the misconception that a vuvuzela is the thing the man sticks his hoo-hoo-dilly in.

Actually I think his stand on vuvuzelas could increase support for the Church. “Sanctuary! Sanctuary from the buzzing!”

Although if they replaced those little jingly bells they use (or used - it’s been a while) during Mass with stadium noisemakers, that would be kind of neat. It would certainly liven up the consecration part.

Team Vatican on this one. Vuvuzelas are the spawn of Satan.

Dave - the bells! When I was an altar boy (hold the jokes, please), we couldn’t keep a straight face during the sacraments because they sounded just like an ice cream truck.

they sounded just like an ice cream truck.

The Sacraments ARE God’s Ice Cream Truck.

Tom - former altar boy here as well, so no jokes from me. Never thought of the ice cream truck association, and glad I never did. The chief danger to our composure was our friends making faces/using crushing handshakes during the “peace be with you” meet-n-greet down the aisles.

StrangeAppar8us - “Ding ding ding! Body of Christ! Ding ding ding! Blood of Christ! Albatross!”

I’m glad you posted this, Betty. When they came for the ocarinas, I was silent. When they came for the kazoos, I said nothing.

By the way, if the body of Christ had been rolled up, filled with frozen custard, and sprinkled with chopped peanuts, the Holy Roman Empire might still be swinging some weight. It would be around the middle, but leverage is leverage.

Strange - when I first read about vuvuzelas last summer, Il Papa’s misconception was the first possible definition I thought of as well - must be all that Latin I learned as an altar boy…

@Stephen1947—It’s a problem when your first language is German. Even the Latin Mass sounds like pornography to him.

Benny the Rat just hates the competition.  Thou shalt have no other horrible monotone buzzing before me.

When they came for the ocarinas, I was silent. When they came for the kazoos, I said nothing.

When they came for the vuvuzelas, I still said nothing, because I couldn’t hear them say “We’re here for the vuvuzelas” because of all the f*cking vuvuzelas.

When they came for the vuvuzelas, I still said nothing, because I couldn’t hear them say “We’re here for the vuvuzelas” because of all the f*cking vuvuzelas.

I laughed so hard.