You don't come up, Bristoe, I'm gonna throw a couple quarts of 'shine in the saddlebags and a leg over my bike and I will come VISITATE yer ass...
You think you can survive a weekend with a Ukrainian houseguest and a Russian wife under the same roof? We'll mos' likely get drunk, kill yer ass, roll you into perogies and sell yer remains on the street for chump change.
C'mon, man. Capitulate. Just get the phugg up to Boston with us.
lol,...you cain't be no worse than my Russian brother in law.
,..big, scary dude.
Kinda brings to mind that guy in the James Bond movies with the gold teeth,....except he doesn't have as pleasant of a disposition.
