The Black Russian Catholics. An superbad streetgang. They swallow bullets and ride their segweys off cliffs while kicking stray mutts. Most of them own dreadlocked cats because they're that badass. BRC keyed the prinicpals car. BRC stole the bench in the park and relocated it to the auditorium. BRC pulled the firealarm, Penzoiled the 2nd floor, had their snipers shoot at the firedepartment, and you can't say waah. Why? Because BRC spiked the punch at the PD's annual luncheon. BRC gave cocaine to your nanny. BRC rode a tractor over the football bleachers at your school. BRC had cybersex with your brother and impregnated him and your sister.
BRC knows where you live. Be afraid be very afraid.
I woke up with amnesia, naked, with my legs painted red, my stomach painted blue, and my face painted white. BRC was here.
Hold back your dogs. BRC is going by.
BRC has their own church dedicated to the illegitamate children they produce.
When grandma needs a spring in her step for her jazzercise classes you can call on BRC.