Early tradition claims that San Lorenzo spirited the Holy Grail away from the remains of the Last Supper - which might make him the patron saint of plongeurs if those low-paid work-horses needed such a thing. This is plainly nonsense because of the dates: he'd have to have lived for 200 years to be present at both events. The credibility of the story of his martyrdom has been
In honour of San Lorenzo, we may finish with a joke:
Tiny scholar raises hand in primary school and asks if he may go to the toilet. The teacher, ever keen for a pedagogical opportunity, replies "Certainly, Bobby, but first you must recite the alphabet". Little Bobby starts off at a stumbling gallop "a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o q r s t u v w X Y Z".
Teacher: "Where's the 'P', Bobby".
Bobby: "Running down my leg".
Hilarious, I larfed so 'ard, I wet 'em.