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.
Bristoe, you'd be a welcome addition to the absolute silliness to come. Lemme' know quick like, though. Making concrete plans.
