Before I squat down and share all my blues, my sadnesses, my miseralities (I'm taking liberties) I want to apologize in advance for serious poor taste.   But the right to free expression is bastard when it gets a wild hair up it's red, white and blue ass.    I'm a tasteless fool some mornings:

I wonder how much the Pope's tumor is worth on the dark web.    

Are Pope tumors relics in the same way was a hunk of the Cross?   

How much to blood stains go for, assuming it bled out of someone more important than common Toms, Dicks and Harries?    I think body fluids are marketable.    Ask a call girl.  

Do bingo beans radiate divine energy?