Stephen Colbert ruins Palm Sunday
There I was, sitting in the front row, wearing my Sunday best and holding my pretty palm fronds, waiting for the priest to start mass and bless the palaspas.
And the choir starts singing this.
I had to step out, I was giggling so hard. My mother (and probably most of the nearby parishioners) looked at me like I was insane. I got a hold of myself, and went back to my seat. Priest starts the mass, and gives us the cue to hold up the palm fronds so they can be blessed. And the choir sings "King of Glory" again.
My palaspas never got blessed.
And the choir starts singing this.
Click to viewI had to step out, I was giggling so hard. My mother (and probably most of the nearby parishioners) looked at me like I was insane. I got a hold of myself, and went back to my seat. Priest starts the mass, and gives us the cue to hold up the palm fronds so they can be blessed. And the choir sings "King of Glory" again.
My palaspas never got blessed.