In the '60 my grandmother used to have a cross on her living room wall. Below the arms were 10 x 12 pictures of the pope ( Pius XII - Hitler's pal) and Liberace. In fact, Liberace might have been just a smidge higher than the fucking pope.
No one had the heart to tell her that Liberace was as queer as a $3 bill.
She was a great cook, though.
No one had the heart to tell her that Liberace was as queer as a $3 bill.
She was a great cook, though.