February 6, 2014

"Awkward Russian Wedding Photos..."

"... Are A Whole New Level Of WTF."

36 comments:

traditionalguy said...

Another Wellesley Man that will cause mass PTSD among the young ladies. This must be stopped.

Laslo Spatula said...

Morrisey's uncomfortable Russian cousin.

Chechnya, it was really nothing.

Patrick said...

They got the Stradivarius back!

Anonymous said...

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Anonymous said...

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EDH said...

Russians seem like a people that have been saddled for generations with a social order that fits them as poorly as that guy's suit.

Anonymous said...

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Anonymous said...

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Anonymous said...

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Laslo Spatula said...
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Anonymous said...

eeny Underwear Mistress, Will Nothing Ever Be Better Than When You Beat Down Liddle Liddle Gwenyth Paltrow with Your Tiny Russian Hand? How She Pleaded Like a Shrunken Apple? How She Cried as She Swirled Away, Spun Between What was Left of the Apricots? Oh, Georgian Apricots: a Faint Smell of Gunpowder Only Enhances Your Spell.

traditionalguy said...

Betamax3000 needs help. But I enjoy him palpably.

David said...

Betamax whatever you are on it's working tonight.

The Godfather said...

"Holy Cow" is a bull, and if the Russians can't figure THAT out, they're in worse trouble than just having pocket brides.

David said...

Laugh at Russia month is underway. Hope it stays droll.

SteveR said...

The bride with the arrow is cute

William said...

I read a biography of Peter the Great. As part of the Orthodox wedding ceremony at the time, the bride was expected to kneel down and kiss the groom's shoe. What a charming custom.

Anonymous said...

Was Looking for a "Strangely Early in the Morning" Post. Still Russians and the Peculiarly Russian Things They Do.
The Little Bride represents Poland.

Anonymous said...

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There is Only One Left in Stock, Althouse Shoppers.

Anonymous said...

You Can Also Find the "Leo Tolstoy magnet finger puppet" There.

http://www.amazon.com/s/?tag=althouse-20&link_code=wsw&_encoding=UTF-8&search-alias=aps&field-keywords=tolstoy+magnet+finger+puppet&Submit.x=0&Submit.y=0&Submit=Go

Anonymous said...

Re: Looking Up "Miniature Russian Bride" Brings you this in the Althouse Amazon Portal...

This is the correct link. My Apologies, I am New to the Internet.

http://www.amazon.com/s/?tag=althouse-20&link_code=wsw&_encoding=UTF-8&search-alias=aps&field-keywords=Playmobil-Figures-Series-Mini-figure-Russian&Submit.x=10&Submit.y=9&Submit=Go

Ipso Fatso said...

Betamax3000 is Althouse commenter of the year!!!!

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Anonymous said...

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Anonymous said...

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Anonymous said...

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It is Strangely Early in the Morning.

FleetUSA said...

They are in trouble over at HuffPo as they can't tell the difference between a bull and a cow. The feminization of CA is complete.

virgil xenophon said...

Did they play "Under My Thumb" at the wedding reception?

PackerBronco said...

The happy groom and the little woman.

CWJ said...

Think what you save on postage. So that's why they're mail-order brides?

SGT Ted said...

What the pics demonstrate is the real differences in cultures.

Which of course, drives the PC conformists that purport to be for "tolerance" and "Multi-culturalism" up the wall. Because women in another country that can take a joke angers them.

The PC conformists will continue to ignore cultures that are actually abusive to women, and then rag on some Russian wedding pic's that are harmless reflections of the humor of those taking the pic's.

They will not get their hypocrisy.