The wife dragged me off to Catholic mass today and I have to say it was one of the most entertaining Sunday mornings I've had in quite a while. I swear the priest was drunk, and I would even hazard a guess that this was from the night before when he must have lost the drunken bet about who was going to give mass in the morning.
This is in Mexico and mass of course is in Spanish; this priest couldn't even speak Spanish. First he introduced himself to the congregation, then he muttered under his breath, "What a surprise I'm giving the mass today", but everyone could hear it because he was muttering into the microphone. Then he proceded to give the mass in the worst Spanish possible; just reading the worlds, slurring the ones he couldn't figure out and all the time muttering to himself in English. To top this off, during all of the psalms and songs that were sung he insisted on singing loudly in the most off-key voice I've ever heard, mixing up and mis-pronouncing words and completely screwing up anyone else trying to sing.
It was a hilarious Easter morning for me at least.