| The (gregarious) priest decided to go up to the (haughty) Instagram model. The priest decided a little small talk would go a long way in converting him. |
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 | My day was quite horrible. A lot of customers made such (frivolous) demands. It's not my job to clean the tables. There's a reason they have napkins. | |
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| How was your day? I remember when I used to work at Denny's also. | |
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| This was the priest's time to shoot his shot. |
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| It's a (flagrant) thing to force things onto people through my account. I also just want to keep the focus on me. | |
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| Why don't you just quit? You're a world famous model. Your account is (flourishing) greatly. I personally offer you 5,000$ to advertise my church to your millions of fans. | |
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| Whatever, Father. Excuse me, I have to post a picture to my 1.3 million followers. | |
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| You don't have to be so (forthright). You're committing the great sin of pride, a sin that is only forgivable through advertising my church on Instagram. | |
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