Frost: “Father I’ve been down on my luck.”
Priest: “Well let’s have a drink and we can talk it over.”
Barkeeper: “What can I get you gentlemen?”
Priest: “I’ll have a glass of your finest whiskey”
Frost: “Make that 2”
(drinks served, priest takes a sip with an appreciation for the spirit)
Priest: “You know, crafting something special like this takes a particular skill and wisdom..... so what seems to be bothering you my son?”
(Frost pours out his whiskey on the floor, pulls down his pants, and fills the empty glass with piss before chugging away, urine spilling all over his face... priest in utter shock at what he’s seeing)
Frost: “I feel like people just don’t understand me sometimes, but they pay me well, so maybe things really aren’t so bad.”
Priest: “Well let’s have a drink and we can talk it over.”
Barkeeper: “What can I get you gentlemen?”
Priest: “I’ll have a glass of your finest whiskey”
Frost: “Make that 2”
(drinks served, priest takes a sip with an appreciation for the spirit)
Priest: “You know, crafting something special like this takes a particular skill and wisdom..... so what seems to be bothering you my son?”
(Frost pours out his whiskey on the floor, pulls down his pants, and fills the empty glass with piss before chugging away, urine spilling all over his face... priest in utter shock at what he’s seeing)
Frost: “I feel like people just don’t understand me sometimes, but they pay me well, so maybe things really aren’t so bad.”