Rumpy Rump Rump

There is a priest I met in town today and he wore dungarees and a plaid shirt. He wore a catholic preists collar on his plaid shirt that was pink and silver and he really smelled like old Chevrolets that didn't drive anymore but still looked great.  I liked him alot but I forgot his surname.  His first name was Rumpy and I think his surname was something like Apebiter or Soulswinger.  I think he was orthodox in his dialect but he just didn't seem to care one bit about that Chevrolet he parked in the garage.  It was a beautiful car and it had all four wheels and tires too.  It was ready to drive 80 MPG in a 25 MPG zone and no police car would ever even stop it either.  But that Chevrolet had one flaw, it clashed with Rumpy's pink and silver collar. It was a golden car with green wheels and a blue bumper.  The clash was really not that bad but Rumpy didn't agree that he could be seen with it.  He never fixed it up and it stayed in his garage for years. But one day Rumpy said to me that car began talking to him and it wore a pink and silver collar on its glove compartment lock that he was visiting with his key to lock his galoshes in its glove box. I think that the collar on Rumpys shirt even began to talk and it said "I need to be changed to a blue and gold collar and I like to read the funny papers too".  So Rumpy debated this collar change and who knows, maybe next time me and this priest meet he will be wearing a bow tie instead.  Thanks!