A friend of mine was selling his car a few months ago, and one of the potential buyers wanted to check the underneath of the vehicle for rust… or bombs or something like that, I don’t know.
Posted in Curiosities, travelogue, Ventilation
Tagged Bobbins, Buggers, corruption, Police, Prostitution, Road Trip, Russia, Russians, Thieving Gits
Whilst riding the Metro the other day (I was going somewhere, not just riding it for sport) I noticed this advert for something clearly medical… Now seeing the word ГЕМОРРОЯ in green on the middle left and knowing that Г … Continue reading
Posted in Curiosities, Russian Language, travelogue
Tagged Buggers, Cyrillic Alphabet, Embarrassing Bodies, Girls, Gonorrhea, Marketing, Metro, Piles, Russian
Pride doesn’t come before a fall and the intimation that it does is actually very negative. It seems to suggest that we shouldn’t take pride in what we do, so a half-arsed job is good enough… Also, I’ve fallen many times … Continue reading