Nouvelle Vague was at Grand Rex tonight and so were we. It was positively awesome.
Much less awesome is that, apparently, Marty and I come off as Russians.
The first time it comes to our attention, we're walking down a street after the concert. We're looking for qualitative fast food when a guy on a moped tries to contact us with the help of some hastily composed Russian pick up lines. I am shocked and appalled, and can but ignore.
Ten minutes later, I've found the ultimate chicken with mayo/ketchup/mustard and french fries-sandwich place and we're waiting for my food to get ready...
Food guy (after having tried some unintelligible phrases): Are you not Russians?
And there endeth the conversation.
Nothing wrong with being Russian. Nothing wrong with pooping on the street.
Just not cool.
Note to self: Be less Russian tomorrow.
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I don't know....Putin's kinda cute.
Ape
True.
Question is, is he cool cat cute or just pussycat cute?
jag gillade Jeltsin mer...
My personal favourite have to be Gorbatjov. Always had a thing for him growing up, I was convinced God looked like him (yes I had a twisted childhood, but at least I didn't think Carl Bildt was the face of god like my sister did).
Ape, that is hilarious.
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