make a joke
In Soviet Russia, joke makes you.
So a guy walks into a grocery store…
yeah that’s how everybody dress in russia if I’m not mistaken they call it “American style”
FUCK! I have an outfit exactly like that… now I can’t wear it in the gay parade! Damn damn damn…
“I’m sorry sir but there is a ‘fabulous’ tax.”
That russian chick is hawt!
Looks like he’s come back from the gym or something.
Like this is ANY DUMBER than pants-down-to-the-knees or sideways hats.
in soviet russia, clothes wear you.
I don’t get it. Why should we make a joke? The outfit is fabulous!
Guilty!
“Price check on prune juice Bob. Price check on prune juice.”
He’s got an arse most women would kill for. It’s gorgeous. Why is it when most women I’ve seen wearing this exact top look like shit but on him… it’s hot.
In Soviet Russia, joke makes you.
So a guy walks into a grocery store…
yeah that’s how everybody dress in russia
if I’m not mistaken they call it “American style”
FUCK! I have an outfit exactly like that… now I can’t wear it in the gay parade! Damn damn damn…
“I’m sorry sir but there is a ‘fabulous’ tax.”
That russian chick is hawt!
Looks like he’s come back from the gym or something.
Like this is ANY DUMBER than pants-down-to-the-knees or sideways hats.
in soviet russia, clothes wear you.
I don’t get it. Why should we make a joke? The outfit is fabulous!
Guilty!
“Price check on prune juice Bob. Price check on prune juice.”
He’s got an arse most women would kill for. It’s gorgeous.
Why is it when most women I’ve seen wearing this exact top look like shit but on him… it’s hot.