Defrocked and de-underpanted bogus "priest" Fr Francois DuBois today made a brief appearance on the porch of his West 'By God' Virginia residence to address the assembled press pack.
Taking hefty slugs from a bottle of Jim Beam and risking self immolation by chugging on a Marlboro, DuBois told the press in no uncertain terms to go and eff themselves.
The "priest" stood tall and proud as the accusations of boozing, whoring and gambling flew at him like bullets. Taking a deep breath, a slug of Jim Beam, a toke on the Marlboro, and another deep breath, Dubois said in a strong clear voice:
"What the hell do you leeches want from me? Sure I done my share of boozin' and whorin' and gamblin'. I never made no secret of that."
At which point the press pack appeared to back off a little as the big guy approached them in a non-menacing yet slightly unnerving way.
"And furthermore!" he announced. "I make no God damned apology for appreciatin' Erin Andrews' hooters! There! I said it! Now will you all leave me the hell alone! I got a game of Bingo to play here with my good buddy Bert."
More when we grow some bigger balls.