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Little Known Fact: At The Russian Disneyland, Mickey Mouse Is A Rabid Capybara

Little Known Fact: At The Russian Disneyland, Mickey Mouse Is A Rabid Capybara


Russian amusement parks are… different.

Now, the general outline of the thing is visible. Fun is had. Fun seems to involve more Vodka and fatal collisions than your average Knots Berry Farm outing; but hey — fun is fun. Remember that skeevy circus that comes to town once a year in a podunk town in middle America? Remember that fellow with the infected tattoo and that ran the tilt-a-whirl? You know, the ride with machinery that looked like the set of a Saw movie? Well in Russia, the carnie that presides over deciding if you’re “this high” and lets you on the ride, or not, is running the country. All the fun trickles down from there.

(Thanks to Жерар at  Американский Digest  for sending that one along) 

That Piano And That Guy’s Fourth Lumbar Vertebra Both Need A Little Tuning Up

That Piano And That Guy’s Fourth Lumbar Vertebra Both Need A Little Tuning Up


I wonder what this guy’s resume looks like. It would be pretty hard to work this sort of thing into your CV when applying for a job. I imagine you just sound like someone that says Morgan Fairchild is your wife. The old hag in HR isn’t going to have a couple of pianos in the conference room, so she’d can’t give you the piano-moving equivalent of a typing test. Maybe they figure the guy that tells the biggest whopper will be the most fun, and hire him on that basis. Then he does it, and they have to tell him to get back to work, and stop goofing off all the time.

(Thanks to Charles Schneider for sending that one along. I’ve heard he can move Hammond Organs with a Calliope on his back)

I’ve Seen A Lot Of Russian Dashcam Videos

I’ve Seen A Lot Of Russian Dashcam Videos


Can’t get enough of them. They make “Reality TV” look like an oil painting. Every day, all day, the Russian roadways are Ben Hur and Mad Max rolled up in one. Or, more to the point, rolled over into one. But until I saw this one, I never realized why they all drive like blind drunken mental patients: Russians are indestructible.

Go ahead; try to break one. Other Russians, who are also indestructible, apparently, take their best shots with dump trucks and semi trailers and econoboxes alike. What chance would a normal human have against a Russian? None.

Borderline Sociopathic Russian Commuter

Borderline Sociopathic Russian Commuter


Here’s to you, Sergei, or Yevgeny, or Ivan, or whatever your name is. You know rules are for rubes, and rubles smooth over any misunderstandings with the politsiyeh over your innovative approach to commuting. You’re not rude — you’re inspired. Let the sheep keep it between the trees. You go your own way. Like a boss.