Today, the father Onufrii Consecrated the Bugatti Veyron. Such a fucking wheelbarrow I've never seen it. He consecrated the Maserati He consecrated the Porsche But only on a Bugatti He felt something in his soul.
Multiplying the mass of the machine The number of horses And adding to this amount The price of incense and candles, He asked for a job Fifteen thousand cu Having said that, for less You can not consecrate these things.
Before the wonderful sports car Night he prayed And stuck in the glove compartment Ten of the most trusted icons. In a white saloon sitting Onufrii sang a psalm, To devilry Left clean interior. Wonderfully swinging a censer, He saved the stray car. And for brake pads I have read the seven most powerful prayers. For the spoiler and windows, Parktronic and crankshaft Two days of standing on her knees, He punched his forehead against the ground. During the on-board computer And for Front Axle Week father Onufrii Kept very strict fast. And in order to heat and cold Worked climate control, Personally, he begged God Exercise control.
And that car sped, Leaving only a pillar of dust. But exactly one minute Bugatti crashed into a pole. Onufrii prayed perfectly, But he left out one thing: Prayer does not help, If the driver is in the shit.
Fortunately the driver survived. Only a couple of scratches on it. But the father Onufrii Was excommunicated from the church. From above he said: \"There is no fault of yours, But we have such a reputation Employees do not need. \"
And I realized my father Onufrii, What robe wearing a temper. And now the father Onufrii In the \"interns\" playing doctor. He is fabulously popular He demanded scary. And soon, perhaps, will buy Statement Bugatti Veyron.