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the rules of this game are simple take a drink whenever any of the following happens.
* Someone says fuck
there is a variation of this rule that says everyone except Detective Greenly says fuck
*Whenever Greenly is wrong or proven wrong
*Whenever a prayer is made
*Every time you see a coin
*Every time someone drinks
this is an optional rule entirely and you will get plenty drunk without it
* Everytime Agent Smecker proves someone wrong or makes an observation that another cop doesn't know
Note that this usually happens when he is talking to greenly and thus when he proves Greenly wrong you must take two drinks
*something gay/gayish happens
*a woman gets hurt/abused/offended
*a person or group of people gets killed.
Finish your glass every time symbology is said.
Note that this game is not made for shots just gulps, and if you are drinking liqueur it may be a good idea to drop the first rule because fuck is said many times t
Boondock SaintsConnor and Murphy MacManus are Irish twin brothers living in Boston, Massachusetts. Both pious Catholics, the brothers lead relatively normal, innocent lives until three members of the Russian mob decide to evict a neighborhood pub (and frequent hang-out of the brothers) on St. Patricks Day, one of the most treasured days in the life of an Irish Catholic. The eviction results in a brawl between the mobsters and the patrons of the pub, in which the mobsters receive a sound beating. The next morning, however, the Russian Mafioso plans to exact his revenge on the brothers MacManus, resulting in the brothers killing the mobsters in self-defense.More Like This
As the investigations into the murders begin, Connor and Murphy turn themselves in as the killers, and are painted as the portraits of vigilante heroism. While spending the night in a holding cell (to avoid the media outpour), the brothers receive a vision from God, willing them to rid the city of Boston of evil so that the good and innocent
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I'll never forget my first kill,
So tender like the first kiss,
So memorable like loosing your virginity,
All purity is swept from your body,
And your soul,
Blood soaks your hands,
And timidly you lick it from your fingers,
With the next kill your quicker,
The more and more you bury the less of a child you become,
You take your new craft by its horns and make it yours,
Vigilante they call you,
Killing off the scum of the earth,
The everlasting burning fire,
You destroy original sin,
"And a shepherd we shall be,"
Heard thy hideous sheep to the slaughter,
Unknowingly bring these criminals to there death,
"For thee for lord for thee,
Power hath descended from thy hand,
That our feet may swiftly carry out thy command,
So we shall flow a rive forth to thee,
And teeming with souls shall it ever be,"
God works in mysterious ways my friend,
And in my hand I hold the eucharist,
Redemption is in its grain,
But you to long have sinned,
Boondock Saints drabble Contact. That was one of the ways that the twins differed. Murphy made his feelings known though physical contact, while Connor did things though verbal contact. The twins were skilled in both areas though. Murphy could speak as many languages as Connor could and almost as well. Connor could easily touch his brother in ways that made him groan and squirm. Every touch, kiss, bite and fuck showed his love for his brother. For Murphy, every syllable that came out of his mouth towards Connor held their secret love behind it, even if it was a curse or an insult.More Like This
But Murphy much preferred to show how he felt through touching. He showed his emotions for everyone through touch, but none so deep as what he felt for Connor. From saying hi to a friend to killing someone touch was important.
Connor took th