"And then Father will say, "Beaumont Bamocles Rubble, will you take Pebbles Marie Flintstone as your lawfully wedded wife?" Pebbles looked into Bamm-Bamm's eyes and smiled. God, what a beautiful man he is, she thought.
Across the desk the head of Saint Tyberock's Church agreed. Father Aloysius Agamemnon O'Shale had blown Beaumont Bamocles "Bamm-Bamm" Rubble at least one Tuesday a month, along with a series of other hopeful urinal attendees at the public restrooms at Haverford J. Bedrock Memorial Park for many years.
Father O'Shale had no idea whether the lad remembered him, or even the top of the priest's bald head as he'd feasted on young Rubble's squirming sausage...there was a bald spot on Father's scalp that might be remembered, had Bamm-Bamm looked down one of those Tuesdays...
Why had Bamm-Bamm only come in on Tuesday? Father was there every morning after his run...kneeling on the piss-stained floors...hoping for more to nosh on. It was a good thing B.B. was getting married. Life was hard on the single man, the "confirmed bachelor" unless of course you took the cloth.
O'Shale remembered back in Old Country, viewing the lasses with his triplet cousins Doyle, Dermot and Dougal McMarble...
The Mac boys always razzed timid Cousin Aloysius for his admiration or criticism only of the passing lassie's footwear...and Doyle, who regularly sodomised Al behind the outhouse had advised his cousin that "boys like us, we serve the Mass..." and indeed, in this Stone Age, it was the best way to live their peculiar lifestyle.
Sadly, Doyle had been too stupid for seminary, and was now a beautician back home-the shame of his boisterous family.
Now Father O'Shea looked into Bamm-Bamm's contented eyes as the lad sat with his pretty fiance, not really touching her, but just letting Miss Pebbles rub his considerable chest. Ain't that the way it should be now?