Pilgrim’d the planet banishing bad spirits and fending off voluptuous maidens. Vortiper’d his church where piglings slept. Fast’d. Vigil’d. Piss’d off and placate’d the king. Threw in a few miracles for good measure. Died April 7, some fifteen hundred years ago. Now there’s a Welsh feast then.
(It's also Day of the Dub.)
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