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Crazy Russians |
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My old roommate was Russian. He had a friend called Mike "the psycho", who was also Russian. They had many drunken adventures. Here are the amusing images along with a few stories of their crazy behavior. (I apologize for the bad quality of some of these pictures. They're several years old.) |
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Click on a thumbnail to view the larger image. |
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Introduction: |
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This is an image of my old roommate and my ex purposely acting like dirtbags. They wanted to be as white trash as possible for this picture as they had acquired somewhat of an obsession with the show Married... With Children. My former roommate aspired to someday become Al Bundy. |
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Psycho and the obsession with WWII: |
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Both Psycho and my old roommate had a deep interest in World War II. They would often get drunk and rowdy while watching the movie Stalingrad. One night, Mike "the psycho" came over wearing some Russian WWII gear he had... to get into the spirit of things, which is when I took the photos above. (The shield and spear were not his, but we thought he would have fun playing with them.)
On one of their Stalingrad + beer nights, my ex and I came home to find psycho rolling around in a puddle of beer on the living room floor. He was dumping beer all over himself and passionately yelling in Russian. The only word I could understand was the word for beer. My roommate was laughing hysterically. I asked him what was going on, and he told me that he made psycho smoke a cigarette. I was confused and asked what was wrong with smoking a cigarette. Apparently, Psycho believed that smoking a cigarette would offend "the beer gods". His rolling around on the floor, dumping beer on himself, and yelling was his way of apologizing to these "beer gods". Yep, his religious beliefs were centered around beer. What a fascinating man! |
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Destructive Behavior: |
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Psycho and the old roommate were drinking one night and decided to re-enact a scene from Gummo in my kitchen. For those of you who haven't seen the movie, Gummo is an amusing and very messed-up portrayal of what most people would call rednecks, white trash, etc. There is one scene were a group of men take turns destroying a chair out of drunken boredom. This was something my old roommate and Psycho thought would be a good idea. Of course, they ended up spending the next day fixing all of the stuff they had broken. I have to say they did a good job fixing my antique wooden chair (not the one they smashed), which is good because I was ready to kill both of them. |
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In the last picture, my old roommate is flipping me off. He was drunk to the point that he could no longer speak english, so I'm not quite sure what he was yelling at me in Russian. Maybe I would rather not know what he was saying.
He had some great facial hair back then. The man is a HUGE Motorhead fan and took the inspiration for his facial hair from Lemmy. He loved that old Kreator shirt so much that he wore it almost every day without washing it for several months. He was afraid to wash it because he thought dirt was the only thing holding it together. You don't even want to know what that smelled like, but let's just say his B.O. almost made me vomit once... and he was proud of that. |
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Click the "next" button for a blood-urinating toilet experience... |
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* These pictures are mine. If you steal them, I will hunt you down. In other words: COPYRIGHT |
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