The bet...
The bet...
Damn it here we go...
I'm going to not use real names in this one because its damn funnier that way. So...everyone is Russian.
So that fateful sunday or whenever the hell it was that we all decided to go to Titov's BBQ. 4 comrades’ decided to carpool. There was Eugene, Boris, Mikhail, and Vlad.
We carpooled in Vlad's Moskvitch. You called and we waited and waited, patiently. Then you showed up with a female companion. The 4 comrades’ said their privets and we all took off.
As we were driving, Boris, who was sitting in the back seat leaned over and asked, "I wonder how big her areolas are?" The carpool looked at each other and deeply pondered that that same question. Boris said that they cant be bigger than a 1/4 of a ruble coin, Mikhail said no, they must be larger, Vlad said that they could be smaller than a 1/4, maybe just a bit though, while Eugene, sat silent in deep thought. Perplexed. Motionless. Then with a great fury he screamed "They must be dinner plate size!"
Thus the bet began. Because the bet is based on principal, money was not an issue. So we all bet 1 ruble a piece.
At Titov's party, the comrads planned to find exactly who was right, there was a lot at stake, 3 rubles.
The plan was to have Boris talk to her, while Vlad slides a piece of overly greased Lumpia under Boris foot. Mikhael then ties his shoe directly in front of Boris. While Boris accidently slips on said Lumpia, he falls forward, not to fall on his face, he must grab onto something to ease the fall. He, by accident of course, grabs on the shirt of said lady friend, while Eugene, who is lurking in the corner with a camera phone pretending to text, jumps in because of the commotion and presses the camera button for verification.
The plan was flawless. Except for the fact that it was thought up by 4 retards.
Later at Titov's the bet was revised for specifics. If we could not judge based off of currency, we looked left and right for small round objects that would closely resemble the victim’s areolas. ***** were used, pop bottle tops, door handles, until Boris noticed something out of the corner of his eye. Medicine bottle tops. Since there was quite the array, each comrad took what they thought would be the closest representation of areola size top he could find.
Then one by one Titovs other comrads came into the kitchen to wonder what the commotion was about.
Fedor said, "why the largest one must be it." Stalin said, "no comrads, perhaps the smallest one, I have seen plenty of white matroshka's and they are small. Aleksei argued with Igor, Oleg and Pavel grabbled. Until all of the comrads had their choice of medicine tops.
Then you left.
So anyway, to put a long story short, someone is owed like 3 bucks, which one is it?
If you don't know, you must find out by any means, any.
I'm going to not use real names in this one because its damn funnier that way. So...everyone is Russian.
So that fateful sunday or whenever the hell it was that we all decided to go to Titov's BBQ. 4 comrades’ decided to carpool. There was Eugene, Boris, Mikhail, and Vlad.
We carpooled in Vlad's Moskvitch. You called and we waited and waited, patiently. Then you showed up with a female companion. The 4 comrades’ said their privets and we all took off.
As we were driving, Boris, who was sitting in the back seat leaned over and asked, "I wonder how big her areolas are?" The carpool looked at each other and deeply pondered that that same question. Boris said that they cant be bigger than a 1/4 of a ruble coin, Mikhail said no, they must be larger, Vlad said that they could be smaller than a 1/4, maybe just a bit though, while Eugene, sat silent in deep thought. Perplexed. Motionless. Then with a great fury he screamed "They must be dinner plate size!"
Thus the bet began. Because the bet is based on principal, money was not an issue. So we all bet 1 ruble a piece.
At Titov's party, the comrads planned to find exactly who was right, there was a lot at stake, 3 rubles.
The plan was to have Boris talk to her, while Vlad slides a piece of overly greased Lumpia under Boris foot. Mikhael then ties his shoe directly in front of Boris. While Boris accidently slips on said Lumpia, he falls forward, not to fall on his face, he must grab onto something to ease the fall. He, by accident of course, grabs on the shirt of said lady friend, while Eugene, who is lurking in the corner with a camera phone pretending to text, jumps in because of the commotion and presses the camera button for verification.
The plan was flawless. Except for the fact that it was thought up by 4 retards.
Later at Titov's the bet was revised for specifics. If we could not judge based off of currency, we looked left and right for small round objects that would closely resemble the victim’s areolas. ***** were used, pop bottle tops, door handles, until Boris noticed something out of the corner of his eye. Medicine bottle tops. Since there was quite the array, each comrad took what they thought would be the closest representation of areola size top he could find.
Then one by one Titovs other comrads came into the kitchen to wonder what the commotion was about.
Fedor said, "why the largest one must be it." Stalin said, "no comrads, perhaps the smallest one, I have seen plenty of white matroshka's and they are small. Aleksei argued with Igor, Oleg and Pavel grabbled. Until all of the comrads had their choice of medicine tops.
Then you left.
So anyway, to put a long story short, someone is owed like 3 bucks, which one is it?
If you don't know, you must find out by any means, any.
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WOW O-M-G! Now I'm kinda glad I didn't go to the BBQ...
I was beginning to think that the bet was if someone's weiner fits through the bottle cap or shotglass or whatever. There is way too much testosterone here...
I was beginning to think that the bet was if someone's weiner fits through the bottle cap or shotglass or whatever. There is way too much testosterone here...
We were thinking about nips, and you were thinking about weiners... I believe you are officially part of this community... Once Alvin comes back to this community, you and him can talk about weiners all day'
