That is Priceless by Steve Melcher for June 08, 2018

“Be careful, if he catches you, he’ll excommunicate you.”

“Shh, the president is on his throne eating a cheeseburger and tweeting.”

We can’t go in right now. They’re expecting us.

A very early, ecclesiastical iteration of “Ru Paul’s Drag Race”

“Nooooooobody expect the Spanish Inquisition……..”

“How much longer is she going to be in there? We can’t hold it much longer.”

“Do these robes make me look fat?”

The wide-ranging Mueller investigation team leaves no stone unturned as they infiltrate the Vatican.

That awkward prom moment when you discover someone has bought the same wardrobe.

“Um. . .lost my key. . .Yeah! That’s it! I lost my key!”

Best “Punked” ever!

" Shusssh! He’s reacting to Trump’s latest tweet. "

Shhhh. There are two women in there playing pool. We first saw them in there yesterday.

Cardinals in a Vatican Hall or Eavesdropping: 

https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Henri_Adolphe_Laissement_Kardin%C3%A4le_im_Vorzimmer_1895.jpg 

(best viewed by Google Chrome, which can automatically translate most pages as necessary) has info and links that point to info about this painting.

http://www.askart.com/artist_bio/Henri_Adolphe_Laissement/11112423/Henri_Adolphe_Laissement.aspx 

http://rehs.com/Henri_Adolphe_Laissement_Bio.html 

both have info about this artist, perhaps in addition to what’s indirectly pointed to by the first URL. This is the first work by him used here.

Again, a larger strip image is shown by clicking the image in Mr. Melcher’s MASTERPIECE #1970 (June 7, 2018) blog entry, accessible by the Check out the blog! box after the last comment.

I know the smoke should be white, I put the votes in the ballot box myself.

“SHH! I think she just convinced him to drop that “celibacy” crap!!!"

sneaking a look at “pool boys” audition at Vatican

Shhhh. Be vewy vewy quiet. He is hunting wabbits.

Speaking as Ishmael did about “celibacy”, my ex was from an extremely Catholic family. His mother made it clear that she was disappointed that he got married to me instead of becoming a priest like one of his cousins did. He told me one day that he had decided he wanted to be a priest. (He was kidding; he was not a good liar, but I played along). I told him seriously that in that case, he could start practicing the vow of celibacy. (I didn’t even have to advance to the vow of poverty, where I would suggest he give me all his money.) That was the last I heard about it! :-D

“I thought you were bringing the sack of flaming dog poop!”

“As coroner I must aver, I thoroughly examined her, and she’s not only merely dead, she’s really most sincerely dead.”