I have informed my parents of our Georgia trip. My father said, "ну дегенераты..."* then he called me a "долбоёб"**. I strongly suspect he is just jealous it will not be him wearing red glasses, blasting Timati and burning bibles at a cemetary.
Oh dude. Want to buy some mannequins? I know a girl in New Jersey who is selling like an entire warehouse. We can just dump them at Fu. I also have some paskha if you are hungry.
I know what you are getting at. I wonder how much we can make.
So two priests walk into a bar in an airport. Priest 1 orders a glass of ginger ale over ice, gets served, drinks three quarters and then suddenly yells, "Oh Jesus fucking Christ, give me that goddamn bottle of Stoli."
We can read our bibles loudly over ginger ales and then turn into complete retards and start slamming shits and bibles uncontrollably while chanting some Satanic verses. We just need to time this accordingly so we don't get arrested for being lunatics.
It will be just like when we barged into a bar 30 minutes before close and I ordered 5 drinks then turned to Steve and said, "...and what do you want."
Ah, the horror on the face of the barmaid! I had to reassure her that we will slam our respective drinks in time for the close.
* "you degenerates..."
** "goddamn retard"
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Okay so I just looked this up - there are at least four states in which it is illegal to impersonate a member of the clergy. One of them is NY. Thankfully charges may only be pressed if we make money by doing so.
I know what you are getting at. I wonder how much we can make.
So two priests walk into a bar in an airport. Priest 1 orders a glass of ginger ale over ice, gets served, drinks three quarters and then suddenly yells, "Oh Jesus fucking Christ, give me that goddamn bottle of Stoli."
We can read our bibles loudly over ginger ales and then turn into complete retards and start slamming shits and bibles uncontrollably while chanting some Satanic verses. We just need to time this accordingly so we don't get arrested for being lunatics.
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It will be just like when we barged into a bar 30 minutes before close and I ordered 5 drinks then turned to Steve and said, "...and what do you want."
Ah, the horror on the face of the barmaid! I had to reassure her that we will slam our respective drinks in time for the close.
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