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Originally Posted by Dingfod
In Soviet Union, trash takes you out.
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If Qingdai and I had been drinking milk when we read that, it would have come out our noses.
In my fantasy world Yakov Smirnov was actually part of an international comedian exchange program, something the Soviets and U.S. agreed to participate in after they signed the Salt Treaty. We got Yakov and sent our own representative of comedy, a guy named Jim Beam. I would like to give you an example now of one of his classic stand-bys. He would tell his jokes in russian with an american accent. “Here in Soviet Union we stand in long lines all day to buy a loaf of bread. In America all you have to do is think about bread and someone will knock on your door, and GIVE you a loaf of bread, and a color TV! Isn’t America crazy?” Jim Beam now performs nightly at the Cabbage Rolls To-Go Hut near the main entrance of a Siberian coal mine.
Oh, and back to the original post, I try to avoid high pedigrees. Those ladies should be sober when they are shaping my cuticles. I'd tell you why I'm not trash, but I'm busy watching my stories.