Her: Look, we have to meet with the priest. Just pretend to be religious for ten minutes and he'll agree to marry us.
Him: No problem.
*at the chuch*
Priest: Good morning.
Her: Good morning, Father.
Him (pointing at the crucifix on the wall): Whoa, what happened to THAT dude??
Boru
Him: No problem.
*at the chuch*
Priest: Good morning.
Her: Good morning, Father.
Him (pointing at the crucifix on the wall): Whoa, what happened to THAT dude??
Boru
‘But it does me no injury for my neighbour to say there are twenty gods or no gods. It neither picks my pocket nor breaks my leg.’ - Thomas Jefferson