every parish has one of those at one time or another.   when I was 12 the associate pastor was a Father What-a-Waste.  6'2",  one of those gorgeous black Irish priests, black hair and heavy blue black beard, muscles, dimples and a smile that would melt the Blarney Stone, which judging by his charm he had not only kisses, but had also bitten off a chunk and swallowed it!   very good priest too, giving, loving, caring and utterly devoted to his parishioners, his only failing was that he was a liturgist.  LOL