Then again, maybe I was just harking back to the days when I once swung my feet in an Igreja Adventista...

(https://autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1234030&forum_id=2#16267623)

BooR's bald pate gleams dully even in the low light. The priest stifles a gasp when he sees a rosary bead crumble in the man's hand. Not wood these beads. The beads are misshapen and irregular; the color of a windburnt pilgrim.

(https://autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1234030&forum_id=2#14231060)

Bothered adjusts his glasses on his nose and smiles wryly. "Avatar only made $16 million this weekend," he says, touching the officer's shoulder gently. The cop stands aside, mouth slightly agape. "Que é este homem?" he mutters to himself.

(https://autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1234030&forum_id=2#14231326)

The ticket taker stares back levely and asks in unexpectedly unaccented english, "Soo, one for New Moon then, sir?"

"Of course my son."

"From the mouth of babes," muses Bothered as he removes the filet o' fish he had concealed in his coat pocket.

(https://autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1234030&forum_id=2#14231641)

bravo

(https://autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1234030&forum_id=2#14232160)

The priest, rising from his prayers, starts at the pale apparition and nearly exclaims, “João Mendes de Silva?" before noting the cino-american features.

Bothered strides purposefully to the third row and sneers, “It smells of beets and Bolsheviks in here, priest,” he nearly spits.

He bends down and gingerly picks up the largest part of the discarded rosary and whispers, “Can you hear me BooR? It’s almost time.”

The priest,, badly shaken for the second time that day, crosses himself as the man walks back out the door.

(https://autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1234030&forum_id=2#14233378)

“Today is the day,” he mutters darkly.

Though anxious for the clash of steel on bone, he flips on his laptop in the darkness. Obama has made another unforgivable gaff and there are articles to post. Important business that simply cannot wait.

Fortunately, revenge, like an Oreo McFlurry, is a dish best served cold.

(https://autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1234030&forum_id=2#14241673)

Also, it's "gaffe."

(https://autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1234030&forum_id=2#16267663)

One for each obstacle in the ceaseless rise of BooR; he lingers gently over each as is his routine. The Elder of Zion® in an abandoned slaughterhouse in Red Hook, Trustafarian, crying on his knees on the dock in Yakutat, that night he caught up with ¶etro in the red light district of Mumbai. So very many triumphs. Now this.

“For weak useless child?” asks BooR, "Even Yusef did not have place for him. Why such trouble?"

(https://autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1234030&forum_id=2#14241922)

Normally a hub of the tourist trade, the beach is quiet, as if the ocean knows that the man needs time alone with his thoughts.

On the shore, a wizened Mayoruna man spears trash with a practiced hand, but increasingly finds his eyes drawn to the tall man on the longboard. The words come unbidden, “Who can he be,” asks the man to the sand, “Who can he be?”

(https://autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1234030&forum_id=2#14242740)

Ewe argh a true prophet

(https://autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1234030&forum_id=2#16267617)

Fortune favors the bold.

(https://autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1234030&forum_id=2#14243096)

“A doctor must learn from mistake, Anitchka. If surgery has worked what school would not want BooR?”

He squeezes her ever tighter and lovingly sniffs the nape of her neck.

“What acid will dissolve bones fastly, my darling?” he croons to her softly.

(https://autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1234030&forum_id=2#14243200)

A young man with an aristocratic bearing wearing tennis whites passes by and mutters something that sounds, to Bothered’s ears, like “Stiffoo.”

“God Bless you, my son,” says Bothered.

(https://autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1234030&forum_id=2#14243452)

“You suck my cock boy,” he sobs to himself. He repeats it over and over again as if it were a mantra, a verbal talisman to ward off forces beyond his control.

His fellow patrons are nervous, jiggling their legs and glancing around at one another for support. Before anyone dares disturb him, BooR springs from his chair without warning and breaks into a blind sprint, crashing through tables and upending small children, tears still streaming down his face.

(https://autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1234030&forum_id=2#14251932)

(https://autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1234030&forum_id=2#14252430)

“Death is a debt to nature due, which I have paid and so must you,” he says. “Will you stop for me, Death?”

(https://autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1234030&forum_id=2#14270821)

Bothered runs the blade of his kabar knife across the palm of his hand drawing a line of beaded scarlet.

“I swear it to you,” he says to the rabbit’s foot.

(https://autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1234030&forum_id=2#14271174)