happiness is a warm hot russian.
dood, this morning at the QT on the way to work, i was just pumping my gas, and this really really hot russian girl is like, "excuse me sir, i need your help."
now picture this. the russian lover that is scott. pumping gas, whistling
plume, minding his own business.
hot russian chick and even hotter russian friend, in cute russian accent. rarr. i go over there, and she's like, "how do you weerk dees machine?" i almost ... well.. had an accident. i lift up the pump handle, and say, "there ya go!" (read as: "i'm a big dork!")
well, anyway. what was i gunna do? ask her/them out? i'm like 19! they were driving some rental mustang. and what would i tell carrie? "uhm, carrie. this is my friend natasha. she's russian. we're all going out bowling tonite." riiiight. she'd love that.
rarr
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