Wednesday, March 02, 2005
Ditch you Jaclyn. I did not ditch you. Wait till we go to Ireland and I leave you in some seedy little bar full of drunken Irish people who have no teeth and smell like an old gym bags. Then I'll have ditched you. Just you wait; you'll feel my wrath. Worst enemies ever!
So Laura, we have yet to hear of any crazy Russian adventures. The reason we started this blog is so that you could tell us all about crazy Russianness. And so far nothing. Have you gone out to bars and such where people do that Russian dance where their arms are crossed and they kick their legs? Or have you gotten stupidly drunk off Russian vodka which I assume they drink like water there? Or have you seen any indication of the raise of the Soviet Union, say like men walking about in large groups, marching like they do in those World War II videos, again with their legs kicking out? Or have you bought you self one of those furry Russian hats yet? And have you had any intimate rendevous with the girls from Tato?
So Laura, we have yet to hear of any crazy Russian adventures. The reason we started this blog is so that you could tell us all about crazy Russianness. And so far nothing. Have you gone out to bars and such where people do that Russian dance where their arms are crossed and they kick their legs? Or have you gotten stupidly drunk off Russian vodka which I assume they drink like water there? Or have you seen any indication of the raise of the Soviet Union, say like men walking about in large groups, marching like they do in those World War II videos, again with their legs kicking out? Or have you bought you self one of those furry Russian hats yet? And have you had any intimate rendevous with the girls from Tato?
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