TRASH
"Hey Petrov, I gotta leave for a split second, I'll be right back!"
"Very well, but hurry up. Customers be here soon, and I have hard time working as greeter and looker after of girls in backĀ Anastasia! Make sure you have on nurse outfit on!"
You hurry out the door and go report to Jim. He seems a little less mad though.
"Is that all? Here I thought people were taking their broken shit to him, but it turns out they aren't and business is just slow. He's just running a whore house right?"
"Well as far as I know, he's not repairing anything in there."
"Fuck it then, its not cutting into my business. Nuthin' wrong with whores. Hell it even sounds down right capitalist. Glad to see not all those (COUGH!) ex-soviets are still trying to cling to the old commie ways. Makes me proud that I killed all (COUGH!) those red bastards in the war. I knew we were fuckin' right! Well here's your money." Jim says and hands over some cash.
With your new found wealth you decide to go buy your favorite alcoholic beverage, which would include anything that you can get a lot of for cheap, and head home. You proceed to get loaded and watch bad science fiction with women dressed in latex space suits. Tina comes home and begins the interrogation.
"So did you get a job today?"
"Yeah! (hic!) I had to do some James Bond shit for Big Jim. He thought Petrov was running a repair shop, but it turns out (hic!) he was just running a whore house! Hahaha! (hic!)"
"What?! That's not fucking funny! No wonder there's been less people coming into the strip club! Those cheap commie whores have been taking all our business! Fuck that. That shit ain't flying. Gimme that!" Tina takes the bottle of liquor from your hand, and your truck keys.
"Where you goin' baby?"
"I'm gonna fuckin' firebomb that commie cathouse!" Tina says and slams the door.
"Hey (hic!) pick up some more beer on the way back!"
"Very well, but hurry up. Customers be here soon, and I have hard time working as greeter and looker after of girls in backĀ Anastasia! Make sure you have on nurse outfit on!"
You hurry out the door and go report to Jim. He seems a little less mad though.
"Is that all? Here I thought people were taking their broken shit to him, but it turns out they aren't and business is just slow. He's just running a whore house right?"
"Well as far as I know, he's not repairing anything in there."
"Fuck it then, its not cutting into my business. Nuthin' wrong with whores. Hell it even sounds down right capitalist. Glad to see not all those (COUGH!) ex-soviets are still trying to cling to the old commie ways. Makes me proud that I killed all (COUGH!) those red bastards in the war. I knew we were fuckin' right! Well here's your money." Jim says and hands over some cash.
With your new found wealth you decide to go buy your favorite alcoholic beverage, which would include anything that you can get a lot of for cheap, and head home. You proceed to get loaded and watch bad science fiction with women dressed in latex space suits. Tina comes home and begins the interrogation.
"So did you get a job today?"
"Yeah! (hic!) I had to do some James Bond shit for Big Jim. He thought Petrov was running a repair shop, but it turns out (hic!) he was just running a whore house! Hahaha! (hic!)"
"What?! That's not fucking funny! No wonder there's been less people coming into the strip club! Those cheap commie whores have been taking all our business! Fuck that. That shit ain't flying. Gimme that!" Tina takes the bottle of liquor from your hand, and your truck keys.
"Where you goin' baby?"
"I'm gonna fuckin' firebomb that commie cathouse!" Tina says and slams the door.
"Hey (hic!) pick up some more beer on the way back!"
