She was almost delirious with joy as one gloopy serving after another splattered onto her face and ran down toward her mouth where she could lick at it. Yet the supplies of this marvellous gunk were limited, and soon enough the bottle of Dolmio was empty – although she remembered with a devilish grin that there was another one close at hand.
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In the name of the farter
“In nomine partris, et f-” intoned Father O’Donoghue, but his voice was drowned out by a deafening rectal belch which, for the rest of their lives, all of the congregation remembered as the ‘In nomine fartris’ incident and caused many of them refer to him as Father O’Donopoo.