Saturday, March 8, 2008

The Karamazovbag


Fyodor Dostoyevsky here isn’t really a conventional ‘bag. More like 19th Century alcoholic Russian writer.

But then you notice the two-buttons on the shirt. The shaved down beard. And you realize he’s actually a dawning stage-1 Karamazovbag. Certainly enough to post.

She is a Russian samovar of bubbling vodka and two firm pirogies. A Siberian minx, a Soviet temptress, a Bond villain ready to spank me with fly swatter and read me passages from Lenin.

Oh yes.

I would Stalin her Luftballoons, and Perestroika her Gorbachevs.

By which I mean I would hump her like a cracked up circus clown on no-doze.

EDIT: And if this is indeed a UFC Champion, let me just state that he is a scholar and a gentleman, an intellect and a class act, and please do not rearrange the bone structure of my face.

# posted by douchebag1

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