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It looks like it’s about to fall down at any minute…..
It saddens me to think that while I nourished my mind with such
capitalist bounty as “Mork and Mindy” and “Happy Days”, Russian
children, their souls already bowed from the millstone of communism,
had only ass cucumbers.
I once left a club with three women. We hailed a cab. I sat in
front, and conversed privately with the Russian driver. I explained
that I could handle any one or two of the ladies — but three? I
shrugged deeply and sighed. The cabby appreciated my predicament. He
furrowed his brow. In a short while he devised a strategem. This he
expressed with admirable brevity. His exact words were, “Carrots.”
Please, share with me the secrets of Slavic vegetable sex.
That’s just the wide angle lens distortion. The thing is somewhat detiriorated, but more or less structurally sound. One could say that it’s built like a marble-clad shithouse. :)
Well, according to one joke that I’ve heard, it’s important not to leave them in while you get up to answer the door.
It looks like the sort of place they’d send those whom commit the ‘thought crime’ to be treated. That or a set piece from ‘Brazil’.
Oh, totally. Hollow out the interior and you got yourself one of those interrogation rooms from Brazil.
it reminds me of the white blouses with doilley-like collars that my mother used to force me to wear when i was a little girl…except, of course, they weren’t made of concrete.
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